This weekend, I came home, put some things on my desk (my camera, wallet, dog medications and a few other things), changed into work clothes and went outside to start shovelling some soil up against the house to keep the mice from getting in and for added insulation; something that’s been a multi-day project.
A day and a half later, I got up in the morning, got dressed, made some tea and breakfast, grabbed my wallet and camera from my desk and… my keys were nowhere to be seen.
Now, I’m sure most of us have lost our keys before. I put my keys on my desk 95 per cent of the time. The other five per cent of the time, I’ve either left them on the counter or forgotten to take them out of my pocket.
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However, after a quick pocket and counter check, still no keys. I walked over to the couch and pulled out the cushions. I’d lost my keys once before when I had left them on my pocket and they’d slipped out while watching TV. Alas, no luck.
A dark cloud gathered in my mind as the most likely possibility became clear. The day before, a pair of little hands had made it’s way to my wallet and started pulling out cards. However, it wasn’t long before we caught wind of what the little pair of hands was up to and the wallet and cards were saved.
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If the pair of little hands had gotten hold of my keys, that was worse than having simply misplaced them myself: they could be anywhere. The pair of little hands was tall enough to reach things near the edge of the desk. When the pair got a hold of something, it would often be left in the middle of the floor but that’s not always the case.
The pair of little hands has a number of favourite hiding spots. Some, like under furniture aren’t so bad. However, the pair of little hands has also been known to put items in the garbage on numerous occasions (it’s believed at least one shoe was tragically lost this way). More recently, a dog brush was found in the wood-stove.
Wherever my keys are, it’s unlike I’ll ever find them again. Furthermore, unless they’re mixed in with the woodstove ashes, there’s a now somewhat ironic homemade leather keychain attached that says “please return to me” without any further information.
