I had a very close call...
I took Emerson with me to work to do a quick project, and he's usually very well behaved. He was hoovering around and a couple of times brought back a chewed up piece of tape, and a plastic thing in his mouth. The last time, he brought back a Motrin IB!!! I have no idea where he got it from, and I am so thankful that I found it in his mouth before it went down.
Things like this make me feel so paranoid, like I have to watch him every single second when we go somewhere. I shudder to think of what might have happened if I never knew he got it, and just suddenly got ill. :(
I scolded him after that last time for eating things off the floor, and his feelings got really hurt, but he was super-dooper behaved after that. :)