A glow-in-the-dark cat.
No, these are not things I've found under the couch, although that is not too far-fetched a possibility. No, these are silly bands.
And they have taken over.
My children's wrists used to be lovely, soft, and bare. Now when I go to stroke their sweet arms (as I am wont to do, much to their dismay), my unsuspecting hand gets tangled up in silly bands. At various times, it is possible to find more than an inch or two of their arms covered by this new, child-friendly bling.
The other day, my 4 year old and I were at a friend's house. He had worn over one silly band (a feat in and of itself) and somewhere through the day, couldn't find it. We searched for several minutes, listening to his tearful comments about how we were "never going to find it". My friend finally offered one her son's (many) bands as a replacement, which he reluctantly accepted. We left, with my son somewhat pacified.
Later that night, my son was preparing to get into the tub. As he took off his shirt, he discovered his silly band, high upon his arm, under his shirtsleeve. It had been there the whole time.
Silly bands. Oh, the angst they cause.