I started out the week with two pairs of shears. I now have one. And in the middle of the week I bought another pair! One of my original Harris scissors is gone, and the new pair of Husky scissors, leaving only my second Harris pair. Which, I am convinced, the house has not managed to eat only because it lives in my cabling pouch in a pocket with a velcro strap!
What exactly does one do to placate a hungry household deity who likes to snitch your snips?