Have you ever found yourself pondering why socks disappear? Not just a pair, but single, lonely socks? A phenomenon, really, no less an enigma than why pigeons never seem to wash their feet.

Sometimes the doorbells ring even when nobody's there. Perhaps they are time portals for pizza slices, trying to find the doorway to yesterday's leftover party.

Have you met Hank, the uninvited thumb-tack that suddenly appears underfoot in the carpet jungle? They say Hank hides with paperclips in mischief, waiting for chance encounters.

Far in the universe of forgotten toys, teddy bears hold secret councils on why clocks tick slower on Sundays. No one knows the resolution, perhaps it's tread toward peace treaties with ladybug monarchs.