My keen-eyed husband did help me find that lost sock needle the day after I had lost it. There was more daylight, but I probably still wouldn’t have spotted it myself, because it was sticking out of the ground directly towards where I was sitting to look. Thus, it was nearly invisible to me, a tiny chrome needle projecting straight out at me as it was. My husband had a different angle on the scene, and thus found it.
But it got me thinking about lost tools. The Yarn Harlot often makes light of losing tape measures, and I know lost DPNs are common enough being small and roll-inclined. I certainly never seem to have enough stitch holders, but I think this is a factor of my many works-in-progress more than an indication that I’m really losing stitch holders. Stitch markers are easy enough to misplace, but not having worked any enormous lace shawls yet, I’ve never run out of the little implements.