In my neck of the woods, stuff is disappearing all the time. X-Files episode? No. It is more likely that it has simply become obscured by some of the other crap in my house and is hidden from view. Finding lost things is a large part of my day, or at least it feels like it is. I've gone weeks without my favourite hammer because I accidentally left it in the wrong tool tray.
Sure, we all know that we should be cleaning up after every job. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Saves you time in the long run. Avoid buying two because you lost the first one. All that kind of bullshit. Nobody actually does it, though, but it feels good to hit yourself with when you're crossing the line of hour four looking for that pencil, I just had it in my hand, where is it?
You'd expect that things get even worse when you're in a group environment. Just ask anyone who is trying to get things done in a makerspace, or a communal garage, or an "office" (whatever that is.) They're constantly trying to find the shit that their coworker walked off with. Here's the surprising fact: scientists have found that it's fine, actually. We love having someone to blame. Even if we just had it in our hand and lost it five seconds ago, it's probably that rat bastard Fred "borrowing" it again.
There is something to be learned from this for our home use. Maybe my 5.5mm nut driver was actually taken by savvy burglars who cased the joint. Perhaps the feds are after me, trying to secretly ransack my desk in order to find the negatives of my blackmail pictures. Hell, it could be the mob, trying to steal the secrets to my innovative Honda-fixing technology. As long as I stay paranoid, I can avoid having to blame myself. And while I'm looking for evidence that implicates them – hey! My nut driver! It was here all along.
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