Hey, Shandy!
See that great whooshing gout of plasticine flame coming from the guitar's soundhole in Campfire pic 043? It's all those lost plectrums returning from Pick-Purgatory for their final glorious sacrifice (and morbid fascination of pick-losers everywhere).
Why do they do this, you ask? Why, to please the evil gods of Music, of course! Geez, I thought that was common knowledge and a certain "faith-based initiative" on the picks' part to gain re-birth as pickguards (or "gardes-du-pique" as we refer to them 'round here)! [Linked Image]