I have the best couch to nap on. It’s comfy, it reclines, the dog fits on the seat next to me. It also, as I have discovered, likes to eat smartphones.
I had fallen asleep, legs up and back fully reclined, dog curled up next to me, and had apparently left my phone sit on the back of the seat. All was well and good until the dog decided he was done with this napping nonsense and got up, shifting the distributed weight and causing the chair to come back to an upright position.
There went the phone, somewhere into the depths of the couch. After some rudimentary poking around, I couldn’t feel it, so I used the Apple Watch’s ping phone feature to see if I could figure out where it was. And it worked! The phone was… in the couch.
So I crawled under the couch (literally – recliner, remember?), found a pen and a quarter and a ton of dog fur… but no phone. And then I got stuck under the couch because Dakota decided to crawl in after me and blocked me in. When we finally emerged from the couch, I glared at him, and he just tilted his head with the, “Whatcha doin, Momma? Is food?” look on his face.
I pinged the phone again to see if I could narrow down where in the couch my phone was. I thought I had it, so I reached into the couch… and got my hand stuck between some wood and metal.
After I freed myself from the couch again, I moved the thing, thinking it was somewhere on the floor that I just couldn’t see with the flashlight. Nope, pinging the phone said it was IN the couch.
Literally. It got stuck in the fabric backing the couch, and I had to very slowly slide the phone across the back of the couch and maneuver it out the small slit on the side.
I should maybe not mention that this is the third time I’ve used the ping feature to find my phone only to find the phone within two feet of me (the first time it was in my back pocket), but, well…
And people trust me to adult. All by myself.