One of the other guys in the office said this morning "Oh, they found my grape".
I guess he had dropped a grape on the floor the other day and it had rolled under his desk. It was just out of reach and he didn't want to attempt a foot retrieval for the risk of smushing it into the carpet. So he left it. I'm not sure what his end game was there. Maybe he hoped the wildly fluctuating environmental settings in our office would somehow produce a raisin. He didn't elaborate on this point.
But the night cleaners found his grape. And they placed it on his desk. Like he would be appreciative of the retrieval of this lost treasure. We speculated for several minutes on why they wouldn't have just thrown it out. I work at a very strange place.