I have tangly black and white hair on my head that it takes a sturdy comb to plough through. In the last couple of weeks I thought I'd lost every single tough-guy black comb that could fight through this mess. It was an upsetting mystery that nibbled away at my psyche as I went about everyday tasks.
I've just found them all, hidden horizontally behind some empty bottles. The bastards. What a time to play hide and seek!