...at my one little cottage, in the college town that I now live in:
1) A pen drops off of my kitchen table and I hear it hit the tile and skip, but then I can't find it.
(Later, I get down on my hands and knees and look everywhere, and it turns out to have flown some feet over and gone between a radio box and a shopping bag of jigsaw puzzles that I had stashed under one end of the kitchen table, till I could break the one down and put the others away, the next time that I got to cleaning.)
2) A seasonal allergies nasal spray bottle falls off of my small and mounted-high-up-high-above-the-toilet glass medicine shelf in the bathroom and I hear it hit the tile and skip, but then I can't find it.
(Later, I get down on my hands and knees and look everywhere, and it turns out to have flown a couple of feet over and gone between the foot of this tall wooden shelf and some drywall that had been cut away to stick the shelf in, so that my bathroom would have a shelving unit.)
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