My brother gives me 'family heirlooms' he has hoarded. Joy. Recently he sent me two lapel pins from our uncle that had some significance. At least they are smaller than the last pile of .... heirlooms. I put them in a small manila envelope and tucked it in the spot where I toss my wallet, keys, all that.
For reasons known only to Frank I found the envelope on the floor and one of the pins missing. That was a few weeks ago so I am past worrying about ingestion but for the past two days I have torn this room completely apart. Not an easy task, it's my den filled literally with stuff. No pin. It's all clean now, but no friggin' pin and I could've lived with the dust. I don't actually care but don't want to hear it if my brother should ever ask.......
Only Frank knows. He couldn't have gone for the other stuff in there, nooooooooo that would be too easy. It had to be the one thing ...... because cats. Talk about zeroing in on a target like a dive bomber. See, a dog would probably want to help you find it. Cats mock you while you struggle and then demand food.
