The poltergeist has upped his game and in the process he is taking what shreds of sanity I have left.
Project last evening, I chose to sit in a chair in the living room rather than taking it to the workshop for fear that if I dropped the thing amongst the clutter there I would never find it.
The object was about nine millimeters by nine mm and about three millimeters thick. I was very carefully, though admittedly with my old, awkward fingers and a small pocket knife, scraping and cutting, oh, so very carefully, and buffing with an emery board. The project was near completion and I was carefully placing the item into its slot when the poltergeist rudely snatched it from my fingers, and we have not seen it since.
The chair has been turned (repeatedly), beaten, probed, and otherwise abused. No dice, nor sought object.
This is more than a mere annoyance, for without the thing my attitude, my social life, and my self-esteem are all in danger of destruction.
I am not happy.
You have a good start to March, anyway!