What shall we call this variation of Murphy's law?

Murphy's Law is along the lines of...anything that could possibly go wrong...will go wrong.
Last night's strange happening has trumped the one before it, and leaves me wondering...what the hell???
First let me say that it is not uncommon for things to fly out of my hands! Lately though, there has been a poltergeist -type force that launches things into unbelievable tight spots. My living room sofa is a dual recliner similar to this picture except mine is brown. I have contacted the Guinness Book of World Records with my story because I believe that my record is unbeatable. Not only have the TV remotes and portable phones taken the 'Nestea Plunge' into the never-neverland of recliner hidey holes, but now the playoffs for 'unbelievable shots' is in progress. A couple of nights ago as I crawled into bed, there was a loud clunk as I pealed the covers back. I immediately recognized the sound as my IPOD hitting the radiator, and then the floor[ I assumed]. My bed is in a corner of the room with two walls as my headboard and side rail, and a baseboard radiator on each of those sides. I'm thinking, "Oh come on! Ease up a little, will ya?"
As I dig my hand between the wall and the bed to retrieve the IPOD, I can't seem to find it. What the ???
I get up, turn on the light, pull my mattress away from the wall, [flamingo style-one leg off the floor to protect my broken leg]and resume my search. The IPOD is nowhere to be seen..wait a minute...into the radiator I look...and there it is!! It must have slid horizontally into that one inch slot like a pole vaulter sailing over the bar with absolutely no room for error!!What are the odds?

So, I got the backscratcher out, and used it to push the IPOD to the edge of the heater, and onto the floor. Problem solved! Still in a state of shock that this could happen...but, whatever!!

Last night, after everything and everyone was in place for the night, I reached under my pillow for the remote control to the TV, and 'BANG!" a sound that I recognize as the remote hitting the
radiator and then the floor at the head of the bed, I'm thinking," Damn!" There was a slight sense of security though in knowing that there was no way that the remote could have fit through the small opening of the radiator. Right?? I reach between the wall and the bed in the floor/radiator area...and...what the??? On goes the light. I reach again. I pull the mattress away from the wall. A couple of swear words fly out of my mouth because...
There was no TV remote in sight...anywhere! No where!!! No how!! No way!!!ARRRHH-HH!
I was, at that point, thinking about the cowardly lion in The Wizard of Oz when he was repeating over and over again ..."I DO believe in spooks...I do...I do...I do believe in spooks!!" Where did the flipping remote go? And how did it happen?
Believing that I was not going to be able to solve the problem without injury, and Lord knows, I was not willing to chance the slightest injury to my mending broken leg, I got into the wheelchair and rolled over to the TV and shut it off. Manually!! [Remember when that was the only way to do that?] And back into bed, with visions of St Nic in my head...retrieving the remote for me in the morning. Another lesson in patience, and in the great big scheme of things, this is small stuff. It's just so mystifying! I'm left just shaking my head trying to think of a proper label for this phenomenon, 'cause it certainly surpasses Murphy's Law!! Any suggestions/help in coining this phrase?

Update: Nic was able to locate the TV remote in the plastic storage bin that was under the bed, but had 1-2 inches of the 36 inches sticking out at the head of the bed on the floor. So, the remote must have done a bank shot[like in billiards] off of the radiator and into the storage bin.
Can you believe it?