Earlier this week, I opened my lunch at work to find no oranges. I knew I had eaten one on the way in, but had packed 2.
That's a very grumpy feeling, knowing that somewhere in your car is something organic that is hiding and rotting/freezing.
Normally I search the car, but it was -13 this morning, no way in hell I'm spending time in the garage. But it rolled out from under Buffy's nap bag, Which is good, since it also means that I managed *not* to accidentally manage to get it in Buffy's cubby or nap bag for daycare.