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>building a 1:700 Trumpeter HMS Dreadnought model
>having a good time
>stupidly don't hold my finger over a photo-etched part while snipping it out of the sprue
>ping
>the funnel ladder flies up close to my face before apparently falling on my lap
>very carefully check my lap with my bright lamp before carefully moving my chair and checking the floor
>it's fucking nowhere
>go so far as taking off my clothes and checking them thoroughly
>spend the better part of 15 minutes crawling around naked checking everywhere for it
>eventually resign myself to the fact that it's disappeared into the same pocket dimension that all my missing socks go to when I do laundry
>2 hours later
>drop something and go to pick it up
>the ladder is right there on the floor below me
>crushed and mangled, the platform missing
I hate it when this shit happens
Where the fuck do they go when you drop them? I checked fucking everywhere
