Yes, I did. And he had also, I reminded him. We had also, together, flipped the couch over, and I'd peeled back a bit of the fabric along the bottom of the couch to see if the camera hadn't fallen all the way through to the lining below.
AND, home alone one evening, I'd flipped the couch over for another search (nearly killing the cat in the process of getting it back right side up; I had no idea she was under there).
AND, he flipped the couch himself, yesterday, for one more look around underneath the thing. Still nothing.
Well, he decided, he was going to pull that cushion one more time, for peace of mind.
There it was! Sitting right THERE, near the front of the couch, not in the least bit hidden, once the cushion had been removed. We stood staring stupidly at each other, with incredulous looks on our faces. The camera's been gone for almost 4 weeks, and it's suddenly in plain sight?!!! I
We decided that the camera must have been jarred loose from the bowels of the sofa with that last flip.
Rejoice, rejoice, we put it on the charger, and it's ready to go...
...except the memory card is on the desk...
...at Clint's house.