It was deep beneath the passenger seat of my car, where I should have known to look harder. On the bright side, this means I don't have to replace my library card, I can immediately unpause all my library requests, and I have my adorable coin purse of convenience back.
On the downside, I already paid $15.75 to replace my license (you know, the one you only have to pay for every 4 years, THAT I JUST PAID FOR LESS THAN THREE MONTHS PRIOR) and also replaced my bank card, so now it's a hideous Christmas red (that I'm stuck with for 4 years!) instead of soft periwinkle, and I have a different number instead of the one I've had for over a decade. Plus renewal date is now August instead of June, the date I always loved because it reminded me that my dad helped me open a bank account immediately upon high school graduation.
Both replacements were technically wise choices to combat identity theft, since I could not be certain I had not lost the card somewhere out in the world, but it does sting that these things were also technically done for naught.