When my mother couldn’t find anything, she always said a prayer to St Anthony. It always seemed to work!
When we couldn’t find anything, my mother always found them in her large apron pockets. ;o]
My mom would ask me if I’d seen her (whatever). I’d say, “Did you look in the refrigerator?” She’d say, “It wouldn’t be in there.” I’d say, “If you don’t know where it is, you don’t know where it isn’t.”
Mom was always misplacing stuff.
Anyway, I don’t know if anything ever turned up in the refrigerator.