I went for a walk the other evening and found a trail of discarded wigs and pieces of wigs along the side of a 1km stretch of Merivale Road. Upon returning the next day to photograph them, I was disappointed to see the best one was already gone. It was a very long black straight-haired wig.
I took pictures of some of the others.
My theory is maybe they were used as disguises in the commission of crimes, and then hastily discarded afterward. (Although, if I were going to hastily discard my disguise after the commission of a crime, I’d put it in a bag in a public garbage receptacle.)