So, the light box has been found. My husband pulled it out of the one closet in the entire house (really, I'm not kidding) that I didn't check, the "tech" closet where we store all our old computer software, manuals, floppy disks, inactive cell phones, electric typewriter. And you know how he knew right where it was? Because he put it in there in the first place. He may have been a bit baffled as to why I wasn't completely grateful to him for finding it, but I figured he's the one who caused me all the grief in the first place!