The Case of the Missing Clove

Awhile back I began smelling garlic. Since neither my husband or I cook with garlic it was beginning to freak me out. All I could think of was a gas leak or a vampire hunting specter in the house. I called the gas company and they informed me if I had a leak it would smell like rotten eggs.(Personally I'd rather smell garlic.) I'd also ruled out the vampire hunting specter since we have no silver and there's no stakes lying around.
It finally dawned on me that when the family was in for the holidays both my daughter and her fiance used garlic cloves when they cooked at Christmas and my sister used garlic cloves when she cooked on our birthdays.  At some point one of the little pungent bulbs made a break for freedom and is hiding in the kitchen. Whew, better than specters or gas leaks, now I just have to find the darn thing.