I hate losing things. It's a Serious Pet Peeve of mine. Yesterday I wanted to wear a specific pair of earrings. After putting one in, I realized I couldn't find the back to the other. After looking around for a few minutes, it hit me I knew exactly where it was.

A few days ago I was vacuuming in my bedroom right by my dresser, when I heard something large and hard get sucked up. Didn't give it much thought at the time.

Yep.

The earring back was somewhere in the morass within the vacuum cleaner bag.

I decided not to wear any earrings and went about my day.

Last night I actually dreamt of looking in the underside of the vacuum cleaner for that earring back. I don't remember if I found it or not, but oddly I did see the longer screws that I need to fix Ryan's closet. Weird. Anyhow, this morning I actually opened up the vacuum cleaner and took the very full bag out, and looked inside. It wasn't  at all realistic to think I'd actually find the earring back, but I had to at least look.

While peering into a grey-brown blob of cat hair, cat litter, lint, dust, and all those other wonderful things that wind up in a vacuum cleaner bag, the thought actually crossed my mind of opening up the bag, and sorting through it a la CSI.

Did I mention how much losing things Bothers me?

I realized that would be pretty gross, and probably a waste of time and effort. So with a sigh, I sealed the bag and put it in the trash.

It's just an earring back... right?