Oh, they found it. And I have it. The box was in terrible shape, but my lights weren't damaged.

I firmly believe that this box would still be in limbo had I not launched a phone campaign of harassment the likes of which has not been seen before. I had a list of 13 phone numbers, starting with my local postmaster all the way up to the postmaster general and everyone in between. The folks in Austin got so sick of hearing from me, it wasn't even funny. Nothing really started happening until I told them flat out "you can ignore me, disconnect my calls, reroute me, and feed me a line of crap. But I. Will. Not. Go. Away." Every two hours, I would start at the top of my list and go through every last phone number. I even talked to people that had nothing to do with delivery services. If they answered the phone, they got an earful.

I think they got tired of me, my local carrier called me this morning to let me know she had my box. The postmaster was there when I picked it up, I could tell he was relieved that the crazy box lady wouldn't be calling him again.

Persistence. It works.