15+ Mysterious Items That Left People Completely Stumped

What are these and what are they used for?”

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Tick removal tool. It’s called a “tick twister.” © CarbonKevinYWG / Reddit

Hand-forged tools in their own custom leather case, a foot long, square with very sharp point

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These are ornate skewers. © NoPajamasOutside / Reddit

“This thing has about 60 twisty screws embedded into it. It has me stumped.”

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It’s for making spun sugar. © Jamdog77 / Reddit

What is this glass object?

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Oil candle. © Igoogledyour*** / Reddit

“I found it in a thrift store.”

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It’s a picnic basket with bottle holders. © twoeightnine / Reddit

A hand-squeezed kitchen tool made of metal.

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It’s for squeezing citrus. © brock_lee / Reddit

“I found this in an old house. It’s made out of metal with a hook at the bottom and what looks like a hanger on the top.”

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It’s a clockwork spit turner for a fireplace. © sawyouoverthere

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