C. 1964, I had a comic, which featured a sci-fi story, illustrated by Frank Bellamy. In it, the explorers had tools etc go missing every night. They set up a high speed camera, 1k frames per sec. next day, a single frame shows a scruffy Neanderthal like being, triumphantly flourishing a wrench. The medics inject our hero with something that speeds him up 1000 times and off he goes to negotiate with the natives!
I liked imagining that I could have faster reactions than everybody else. I might have been better at sport.
My safe box is a leather cup produced for farriers’ nails. Sadly I am often too silly to use it.
Every working day, I put down a tool and a few seconds later cannot see it on bench, floor, ceiling, wall. Yesterday took a half hour to locate stripping pliers dropped into vice jaws.

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