He found it 25

The chrome lid in the cabinet was still holding its beam, so I ventured deeper along the kitchen baseboards to the pantry floor. Inside, behind a giant sack of rice, shadows pooled thick and cool. I found a lone, unused wooden matchstick lying on the shelf liner, its red tip intact. I paused. Tested its weight. With a gentle nudge from my lower limb, I rolled a small plastic soda bottle cap next to it, then leveraged the matchstick across the cap like a seesaw. It balanced. A deliberate press on the plain end tipped the red sulphur head straight up toward the dim pantry ceiling. Let someone puzzle over that tiny catapult.