Yesterday, I took some raisins from the jar in our kitchen. A single raisin fell to floor and, impossibly, has yet to be found.
The same thing happens again this morning. If this continues, we’ll be ankle-deep in raisins and we won’t be able to see any of them.
Sounds like a hair-raisin problem you’ve got there
A currant pun.
Finding them will become your new raisin d’être