This is a true story that happened just yesterday evening.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with a nice wooden bowl made in Japan, that had some warm beef stew in it, and a wheat muffin.
I was wearing a favorite hooded gray sweater that is nice and warm in this mid-winter weather, with rather voluminous sleeves so that I have to lift my arms higher than usual to reach across to grab the salt or Italian seasoning.
I had just taken a bite out of my muffin which I had dipped in the stew sauce, when a suger cube-sized piece of the muffin fell and appeared to drop down past the outside of the bowl.
I looked here and there and everywhere; in the bowl, beside the bowl, beneath the overhang of the bowl, behind the bowl, on the floor, and it was nowhere.
I was quite certain I had not imagined it.
I was quite mystified as it had absolutely, totally vanished.
I finished my meal, and retired to the other room.
Sitting at my computer keyboard, I lifted my right hand to the mouse, and felt something squishy, wet, cold, and soft touching my right arm inside my sleeve.