While getting ready this morning, I managed to lose my FitBit in under two minutes. I put it down… somewhere… and dammit where did it go? Admittedly, a FitBit isn’t a very big object — I mean, that’s part of the point of it. But how could I lose it so quickly? I felt like a dumbass. After looking everywhere that it could have reasonably gotten to, I had a thought.
I left something different on the bed.
Whenever there’s some new object on the bed, no matter how big or small, one of the cats has to flop down on it, enveloping the object if possible. Given how full the hoverskirt is on Leda, that means we can misplace fairly large objects when backs are turned. Leda completely covered all but one corner of my Kindle one time, to give you a sense of scale.
So I squished my hand under the cat’s fat belly to see if the FitBit was hiding there. I imagine that reaching under a chicken for eggs is a similar experience, though I’ve never done it myself. Lo and behold — the FitBit was safe and sound. Leda refused to move despite the prodding.
Related: I’ve been wearing my FitBit for the past three weeks, and it’s kind of fun to check the graphs once a week or so. I’m not sure that it’s changing my behavior, but at least I’m not cheating on my exercise estimates anymore.