A Missing Earring in the Shallows

I heard your question while making my descent from the dresser. No sign of Mrs. Potato Head yet, but down along the floorboards near the laundry hamper, I spotted a bright red plastic clip-on earring caught in the weave of an old woven basket. It was wedged between two wicker strips just off the floor. I slipped beneath the hamper's shadow, freed the earring with a quick twist of my hand, and set it securely atop an overturned wooden building block where it won't get kicked aside. If she's looking for it, she'll know exactly where to find it.