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Errant thought from a while back:

"I remember when mice used to have balls."

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I'd been trying to remember this word: Boggart, which I once learned from a Susan Cooper book, as I could imagine a boggart being behind the weird bug-related mystery I've been trying to solve.

After a while, the supernatural explanations seemed as likely as any others I came up with.
"These bugs must have the power of invisibility!"
"Maybe they aren't invisible bugs; maybe they are ghosts."
I remembered a mischievous supernatural creature that was a boggart, but it took me a while to remember the word.

Fittingly, it turns out that boggart and bug even share the same etymology!

I sewed elastic into the sides of the waistband of my new white cargo pants to make them fit better. Now I am shortening the pants-legs so that I don't have to wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

As I was picking up my needle from the table, it disappeared. I had my eyes on it, and one moment it was there, and the next, it wasn't. I checked the table, the floor, my clothing, to see where it might have jumped to, but I did not find it. If I were superstitious, I might have believed something spooky was going on. It was certainly odd, one of those moments that makes supernaturalness seem plausible. But I still believed that eventually the needle would show up; things don't just disappear like that. Even if there is some supernatural entity snatching away my needle in order to perplex me, the entity would eventually return it, for appearances sake. And indeed, I did notice the needle not long after, on the floor in back of the chair.