Some of our garb was missing.
This would seem strange to people who know us because we have a lot of clothes. A LOT of clothes. I make a lot of stuff and give away a lot of stuff (to make yet more stuff) and Adam is just a garb whore. We have closets full. We have rubbermaid bins full. So the fact that we even noticed stuff missing was a surprise in itself. However, one of the things I was missing was something I had spent a lot of time embroidering and when you swear that much at a piece of fabric, you tend to grow attached to it.
Specifically, this dress:
It was, strangely, one of the only Greek dresses I was missing, but there were clothes from other time periods, as well as some of Adam's things gone as well, so we were thinking there was a bin somewhere that had gone astray.
So I waited for a not-brain-melting hot day to ask Morwin to untape the attic eaves and crawl in. Eave 1- no bin. Eave 2- no bin. Now dirty, sweating, and more than a tad disgruntled, Morwin was bribed to venture out to the garage, the no man's land of stuff that hasn't been unpacked since we moved last year. I prepped him with a picture of the dress, so he knew exactly what he was looking for.
A short time later he came back, a little stricken.
This is all that's left of the dress. We have absolutely no clue what happened to it. Other stuff was stored in the garage and left untouched. Other fabric things, including fighting garb, mere feet away. Totally unscathed.
Morwin is blaming fabric-eating chupacabras.
I refuse to believe that any god exists so cruel as to make such a creature.
However, I am locking up the stash from now on.