There are lots of little things that quietly disappear in my house. A sock, a hairpin, an old remote control. They are usually the sorts of things that you don’t immediately notice when they vanish. “Hmm… didn’t I have a BLUE pen over here? I guess I’ll just use this black one.” Then the day comes in the near future where where an object of vital importance is knocked over and slips in between the dresser and the wall. You pull the dresser out to retrieve your precious ring and… “Hey, there’s that pen I always liked… cool.”