I *think* one of the kids left it sitting on a dinner plate and it absently got swept into the garbage, ... but I can't really tell. Crazy.
I can't figure out if I was very unlucky it ended up in the garbage, or very lucky that the garbage hadn't quite made it outside yet. It's a dichotomy that I'm often aware of, and am never sure what to make of. (Sort of the optimist/pessimist dichotomy.) I guess it's the budhhist thing again -- the joy or pain in life (the lucky or unlucky) is all about our perception and narrative, not about life itself.