I had a buddy in the NWT who lost it for a bit and took a jet from Yellowknife to Halifax with a refueling stop in Val d'Or. He was going to visit his mom, a decision he'd arrived at over a few (dozen) beer. Rented a taxi in Halifax and began driving northward. They stopped at bars along the way. He never did see her but returned to Yellowknife on Monday with a case of live lobsters. They got loose in his place and he thought he'd got 'em all captured again. About four days later he could detect--nay, the odor of a daed sea creature assailed his olfactory lobes and there one was under his refrigerator. I commiserate with you, gnu.