Yesterday I found yet another magnetic “lost a key” box on the outside of the house, this time buried in the flower bed outside the door. This is at least the 6th set of keys we’ve found, and it’s a year and a half since we’ve been there. When we moved in he was fairly adamant about paying to have all our locks changed. He wasn’t entirely sure who had copies of his keys, or where other copies might be. Sure glad we took him up on that offer.