Return of the Missing Squash

The other night I fed Allie squash, which she liked as she has liked everything I have given her so far. Good thing she isn't picky because I am only really good at cooking a few things so she won't have much of a variety to choose from! Well, I returned to the kitchen with the squash that she didn't eat, fully intending to put it in the refrigerator. I also had my plate from supper, so I put my plate next to the sink after dumping my leftovers in the trashcan. Well, a few seconds later I thought, "what did I do with the squash?" Michael assured me that I had it with me when I went to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge, wasn't there, I looked in the trashcan, wasn't there. I looked on the table, in the cabinets, in the pantry, wasn't there. I searched high and low, here and there and everywhere. So I just wrote off that half of a jar of squash and knew it would turn up some day in the place where I least expected it to. Well, it did. The next morning I went to the microwave to warm my coffee, and when I opened the door, there was that half jar of squash that I intended to put in the fridge. Why I put it in the microwave, I will never know, and how I didn't remember that I put it in the microwave after just a few seconds of doing so is even more scary!!!