The ongoing case of the missing shoe

Or a snow boot more appropriately. My ten year old daughter took off her snow boots last weekend and woke up to find one that one of them was nowhere to be found. We looked everywhere and it was just…gone. This makes no sense because we were the only ones here and neither of us left after she took the pair off.

I figured this would be a fairly easy case to solve if I just worked through it methodically. I have spent the last three hours taking apart the couch, beds and looking in every nook and cranny in this place. I found a missing leotard and socks but no snow boot. I keep a minimalist approach to house design so there aren’t too many places that a brightly colored girl’s boot with animal print on it could hide but yet, it simply disappeared.

I assume it is resting beside the road in the desert Southwest now because that would explain two mysteries in one. Have you ever had something just disappear for no explainable reason?

It’s in the dryer: or it went IN to the dryer, but somehow got sucked into a black hole sometime between the 90 and 60 minute cycle.

That’s where my socks go.

It’s gremlins. They think it’s great fun to move stuff around or make it disappear.

Have you looked on your daughter’s foot? Have you looked on her other foot?

Obviously my wife has been to your house. She is always putting stuff “away”. There’s never any logic to it, and never in the same place twice. The important thing is that it’s not “sitting out” cluttering the place up.

So, um, did you look in the freezer?

As a matter of fact, I did and the refrigerator too. The boot is just gone and I can’t explain it. I have gone through every square inch of this place and found several missing things but no snow boot. I think it must be just spontaneous quantum decay. She couldn’t have taken it anywhere because that would have required wearing the missing snowboot. The doors were locked and no one came in or out. Poof!

Could she have kicked it off and sent it to a shelf or something?

I suggest you set out some special, cute object as an offering to the gremlins, in the hope that they will take the offering and return the boot.

I’ve told a story here before about an earring that disappeared at my (then) boyfriend’s house. I searched everywhere including–multiple times-- inside and outside of an overnight bag I used to keep there. We broke up after five years or so, and I took all my stuff home. Fast forward a YEAR. I signed up for a gym class and thought that overnight bag would make a good gym bag. I took it out of my closet and carried it over to the bed. There, on the floor was the earring. I had gone over every square inch of that bag. <shrug>

So let us know when, and under what circumstances, the boot turns up.

You’ve searched every room in the house, top to bottom. You’ve looked on the top shelves of closets and in the back of all the closets.
(Of course you did; you wouldn’t have posted otherwise.)
Its not there.

You have regular activities which take you out of the house. (we all do.)
So… It fell into a box or a bag… which was then taken out to the trash or to the garage or to the car?

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

Sherlock Holmes.

When I was about 25, I had a nerdy guy propose marriage to me on the basis of my dropping that quote into a conversation. Yeah, I’m a heart breaker.

My advice:
Never take advice on locating missing footwear from some one named “Shoeless”.

The dog/cat/squirrel/hamster/monster-under-the-bed ate it.

It can happen. Don’t think TOO badly of him. He had good taste in women, right…?
Still, it leaves a truly important Valentines Day question unanswered. Maybe its the romantic in me, but I really want to know…

…what the hell ever Did happen to that Other Shoe…? :wink:

I was quite flattered.

Any chance she was wearing snow pants? Or some other outer pants/garment in which the boot could be lodged inside?

Do you have dogs or cats or fish?

Only a sweet chinchilla. He is a vegetarian and the boot is a little bigger than he is. I asked him but he didn’t admit to anything. This whole thing is creeping me out because there is no good explanation for it. I can buy her a new pair of boots with no problem but I do not approve of things suddenly disappearing from open rooms. If I have a poltergeist, I wish it would be a little more direct and not be such an asshole that it would pick a little girl’s boot as a target.

My prediction: You will be walking through the living room tomorrow, and the boot will be right there in the middle of the floor where you already looked three million times. I know that for sure because it’s happened to me.

Boots are NOT made of meat. Check his cage for a lawyer’s card buried under the shavings.

It was probably the Jews.

Yeah, I get that a lot. My wife’s stuff is ‘out, ready to use’. My stuff is junk or clutter. Often, she ‘puts away’ my ‘clutter’, but seldom can she remember where. I ask “Where’s my laptop charger?” and the answer is “I put it away”. “Where?” just typically results in me being told to look for it.

I love her, so I have just learned to live with it.