To be worried about where the egg went?

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Currently staying at a little place in Europe with DH for our ten year wedding anniversary for a long weekend. We arrived at night to our accommodation which is like a huge conservatory, glass on 3 sides with curtains to pull around, reasonably secluded, no reason for anyone to be here unless you're staying where we are. The conservatory is joined to the owners house via a hallway also with a door outside. The door to our accommodation is in this hallway too.

First morning we get a lovely breakfast delivered to the room, and are asked to leave the tray outside in the adjoining hallway once done, which we do.

I know a little of the language of the country, and hear that the woman who does the cleaning speaking to the owner (who came in to fix something) say that she won't be back till tomorrow so I'm not totally surprised when we return that the tray is still there.

However, we didn't eat one of the boiled eggs in the morning, and I notice this egg isn't on the tray, along with a bite taken from a bread roll that definitely wasn't us.

AIBU to have been worried about this all night? Where did the egg go?

It's a bit odd but not sure I would spend too much time thinking about it. I'd probably be more annoyed that they didn't take the tray with them if they'd wanted stuff from it.

The only thing I'd worry about is that someone was so underpaid that they need to eat other people's left overs.

You didn't want it so it doesn't really affect you, although I totally get that in a lovely setting it seems a bit odd.

Oh ok just thought about it some more - is it more of a well if it wasn't the cleaner who the heck was it situation? 😂

Maybe a child that lives in the main house?

It could've been a drink person eating it for a laugh.

I definitely would've have spent more than 10 seconds thinking about it!

Another guest’s or owner’s dog, perhaps? I wouldn’t give it any thought. Clearly you are not the only people staying t the property.
Something much weirder happened to me as a child. My parents and I went on holiday and when we came back, we found a spoilt egg under the kitchen table. Locked doors and windows, no sign of entry, nobody with the keys to our house. I still think about it sometimes. Apparition of an egg in a locked apartment is much weirder than the disappearance of one in a communal hall.

The only reasonable conclusion to this is that Boris Johnson was saying in the same hotel at the same time and he happened to stumble across the boiled egg while slithering down the hallway, he was feeling a bit peckish after all. So he took the boiled egg for himself, stuffing it into his already well lined pocket, then he took a bite of the bread. He soon realised as he doesn’t live on the breadline he didn’t fancy the taste of it and continued on his slimy journey to the house of robbers commons.