In the meantime, I put the lone starfish on a bed of towels.
He (she?) looked so lovely there, awaiting his spot on the wall once all of his friends arrived. This is how he looked later in the day:
Notice anything missing? Yeah!
At first I suspected this guy (mostly because it usually IS him that is the cause of any trouble):
But further evidence pointed to Pete and I do believe he ate said starfish. Ouch! Let's hope this isn't one of those stories that ends up at the Pet Clinic ER.