If it makes you feel any better, I went through a two-week-long saga with a former coworker who had lost her TV remote. She lived in a smallish condo and there were only so many places it could have gone. For two weeks, every day at lunch I had to listen about the missing remote.

One day she came in and announced she'd found it.

In a shoe.

In her hall closet.

With absolutely zero clue about how it got there.

It happens to everybody, I think, at some point. I routinely find my cell phone under my sofa! LOL And my mom found her reading glasses in the freezer once!