We have spent the entire week ripping apart the entire house to try to find it. My wife almost never takes it off, the only exception being when she is going to wash her hair in the shower. She thinks that it went missing during her shower Sunday night, which leaves about a 3-5 minute window when my 3 y/o daughter was unsupervised, as she was headed up to the bathroom to join my wife in the shower. When asked about it, my daughters stories change quicker than a paranoid schizophrenic who is convinced you're trying to find their buried treasure.

I've pulled apart and upended the toilets, disassembled beds, turned out every drawer, looked in the back corners of every room, closet, cabinet, cubby, etc in the house. Because I'm also replacing the flooring, there is a small gap between the subfloor and the base of the stairs, I've scoured every inch of the crawl space under the house. I dug through the entirety of a weeks worth of garbage before putting it out for collection, which is a stomach turning task considering that its been unusually hot here lately, we are in the midst of crabbing season so there are festering crab carcasses in the garbage, and to top it all off, it was shark week for my wife so there are all sorts of feminine hygiene products to pick through as well.

I'm at a fucking loss for where it might be.

I'm not sure if homeowners insurance will cover replacement, but even if it does, the sentimental value of her engagement wedding ring (which we cleverly had fused so they won't get lost, fuck me right?) can't be replaced.

Fuck.

Edit: FOUND IT!. Goddamn that's a relief. My daughter asked grandma to "help her get it out of the lock."

We should shut the bathroom door more often.