I buy my batting by the roll. Because I needed to clean out and sort the closet where I keep the roll, we had a visitor in our living room this spring:
Eventually he made it into the closet where he belonged. He was a generous guy--he gave and gave.
This morning, I am sad to say, he came to an end:
RIP Mr. Batting--you were a great guy--warm, soft, and generous.
PS--New guy on order!