When Joe put our old couch at the curb for garbage pick-up the other day, I asked him, "Did you look in the cushions first?" He told me that he had. Being the trusting wife that I am, I went out and looked for myself. Now, in all fairness, these things weren't under the cushions. No, they had fallen way below that and had gotten stuck in the frame of the couch. I was only able to retrieve them by cutting the thin fabric on the bottom of the couch and reaching in to pull this stuff out.
Score! It's like Christmas! I lost that memory card and my watch a long, long, long time ago.