nuts about it...

I don't mind even if our cricketers miss all the catches in a match, but if I miss one peanut falling out of my hand, then it's akin to sacrilege. I mean, come on, it's a peanut, not just any snack. But interestingly I've observed the same phenomenon all over. Nothing disappoints or frustrates more than a peanut rolling under the couch and you can see the most stoic person, on all fours, looking under the carpet, searching for that one peanut.