I couldn't find my cell phone, I looked in all the obvious places, purse, end table, where I charge it, nothing. I took my husband's cell phone outside and called my phone, as it was ringing my number, I checked both vehicles, silence. The next day I decided the phone was probably dead and couldn't respond any more so I started looking in my chair and under my chair, still no phone. Well maybe it slid under the couch, so I pulled the couch out and find lots of dust bunnies. This is where I can blame my mom for what happens next. I hear her voice, oh, not audibly, but in my head, "clean behind the couch before putting it back." So, I get the broom and dust pan and proceed to corral the bunnies. A porcelain humming bird falls (with a little help from the broom handle) from his perch on a shelf and bites the dust! Now I am sweeping dust bunnies mingled with dead bird and still no phone. I am happy to report that I found my phone stuffed in the seat of one of the vehicles. Now the moral of this story is if you leave bunnies alone a little bird may live.