random acts of missing

I think that in the process of moving we encountered some kind of Invisible Random-Stuff-Eating Monster, which is no doubt closely related to the Invisible Sock-Eating Monster that lives somewhere between the washing machine and the dryer. Somehow, despite our meticulous efforts to quadruple-check that nothing was left behind in any nook or cranny of our apartment, my car or the moving truck, the following items have gone missing.

- Andy's dad's bag, containing a few essentials that he brought with him when he came to Thunder Bay to help us move.
- My knitting bag, containing, uh, my knitting.
- A box of miscellaneous books.
- All of our fridge magnets (yes, I am sure they aren't still on the fridge at our old place).

The Monster is well-fed indeed.