One challenging thing for me to get in my life, besides enough attention, has been a copy of my mother's house key. The last time I got one, she asked me to inspect her car, and I copied her entire keychain while I was out. My sister stole my previous copy when I loaned her my car for the weekend.
So after doing some tech support for mom, I accidentally left my keychain on her sofa, and she moved it to a tray by the front door.
Apparently, my sister's (long-term, trustworthy) boyfriend crawled THROUGH THE DOGGIE DOOR, saw my keychain, and stole my housekey. Curse you, red baron!
