Most recently I've lost an Ann Taylor sweater I bought my mom for Christmas. I looked in all the obvious places, then the less obvious places, then the ridiculous places like the fridge and the china cabinet. No sweater.
A pair of my reading glasses have also disappeared. I remember removing them from my purse so that I could fit something else in it, and now the glasses are gone. Poof! I have two other pairs, but the lost pair was enclosed within an eel-skin case that belonged to my mother-in-law.
And then there is the issue of the shredded umbrella. It was raining like a son of a gun the other day. I snagged my favorite umbrella, tented it open, and one side had been ripped from top to bottom. Weird. I could blame it on one of the two cats with claws, but haven't figured out how they shredded an umbrella that was closed up tight. Gremlin, I'm tellin' ya. Or house elves.
So if you come for a visit, you better hang tight to your stuff. You never know when the house elf might snatch up and hide your things. Or what they'll take. Or where they'll put it.
Bermuda Triangle, indeed.