Her work is getting sloppy when you compare this big bundled heap to the intricate little stick mobiles displayed in the 1999 film! 
After gobbling up those whiney self-styled filmmaker college kids, she became addicted to whatever drugs were in their systems.... she went off the rails, so to speak, flew out of the Burkettsville forest seeking a similar high, and, like many a druggy loser, found herself on 43rd Ave between 72nd and 74th. (Another pile of bundled sticks was found on Woodside between the same cross streets.)
Note the Mott's bottle. It was NOT filled with apple juice. I guess even supernatural beings have to pee, and she did it like the locals, in a bottle. Thanks Blair beeyatch!
I guess she got a lil action while she was here, for this was nearby:
More likely actually: some piece of crap human cleaned his or her property and drove the detritus to the neighborhood dump: the 43rd Avenue sidewalk. :(
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