The internet is filled with brain-teasing challenges, but every now and then, a puzzle emerges that leaves even the sharpest minds baffled. One such image has recently gone viral—an illustration that asks viewers to find four hidden objects: an egg, a glove, an envelope, and a crutch. Sounds simple, right? Think again.
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary bathroom scene, but hidden within the artwork are objects so cleverly disguised that most people miss them entirely. Do you have what it takes to spot them all? Let’s dive into this tricky puzzle and break it down step by step.
Can You Find the Four Hidden Objects?
Take a close look at the image above. Somewhere within this seemingly normal scene, four everyday objects are hiding in plain sight. Your challenge? Find the egg, glove, envelope, and crutch before reading further.
Don’t be too quick to assume you’ve spotted them all. Many people rush through the puzzle and overlook key details. Do you trust your observation skills? Let’s test them!
Common Mistakes That Trip People Up
Many participants find themselves stuck on this puzzle for a few reasons:
- Overconfidence in First Impressions – Most people assume they’ll find all four objects in seconds. However, the trick lies in the clever way they’re blended into the scene.
- Ignoring Camouflage Techniques – The objects aren’t just “placed” in the picture; they’re hidden by color matching, shape manipulation, and strategic positioning.
- Focusing Only on the Main Characters – While the people in the illustration draw attention, the hidden objects are placed in unexpected locations.
- Giving Up Too Quickly – Some people get frustrated and stop searching before truly analyzing the details.
If you’ve fallen into one of these traps, don’t worry—you’re not alone! Now, let’s break down the puzzle and reveal where each object is hiding.
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Step-by-Step Breakdown: Finding Each Hidden Object
1. The Egg – A Sneaky Facial Feature 
Location: The egg is cleverly hidden as part of the nose of the man standing on the left side of the image.
At first glance, his nose seems normal, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it has been shaped and shaded to resemble an egg. This is a classic example of camouflaged placement—where an object blends seamlessly into another element of the scene.
Many people fail to spot the egg because they assume they are looking for a traditional, standalone egg. However, this puzzle plays with expectations, making the challenge even more difficult.
2. The Glove – Hidden in the Clothing 
Location: The glove is subtly incorporated into the skirt of the person in the middle.
At first, it appears as just a fold in the fabric, but if you focus on the shape and outline, you’ll see that it’s a perfectly formed glove. The designer of this puzzle used color blending to make the glove look like part of the skirt, tricking the eye into overlooking it.
This is a common technique in optical illusions—using shadows, textures, and positioning to make objects “disappear” into their surroundings.
3. The Envelope – Hiding in the Tiles 
Location: The envelope is disguised as part of the bathroom wall tiles behind the woman in blue.
Unlike the other objects, which rely on shape manipulation, the envelope blends in using color and symmetry. The white tiles create a perfect backdrop, making it difficult to recognize the faint outline of an envelope.
The trick to spotting this one is to change how you look at the image. Instead of focusing on what you expect an envelope to look like, scan the background for anything slightly “off.” That’s where the hidden envelope reveals itself.
4. The Crutch – A Difficult One to Spot 
Location: The crutch is cleverly placed near the bottom right of the image, blending into the chair legs.
This is perhaps the hardest object to find. Most people assume a crutch would be near the people or propped against the wall. Instead, the artist merged it with another element of the scene, making it appear as part of the background furniture.
To find it, you have to look at angles and lines that don’t quite match up with the rest of the objects in the room. Once you notice the slight curvature and the different shading, the crutch stands out.
What Makes This Puzzle So Challenging?
This puzzle is a perfect example of how our brains process visual information. When looking at an image, we naturally focus on key elements—faces, objects in the foreground, and high-contrast details. However, our brains tend to overlook background details that seem unimportant.
This is why the puzzle is so tricky. The artist deliberately placed the objects in unexpected locations and used visual tricks to blend them into their surroundings. Our brain struggles to separate what is “important” from what is “hidden,” leading to the difficulty in spotting all four objects.
The Fun of Optical Illusions and Hidden Object Puzzles
This type of puzzle isn’t just entertaining—it also helps train your observation skills and attention to detail. Studies have shown that engaging in visual challenges like this can:
- Improve focus and concentration
- Enhance problem-solving skills
- Strengthen pattern recognition abilities
- Increase patience and persistence
So, the next time you find yourself struggling with a hidden object puzzle, remember—every moment you spend searching strengthens your brain!
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Final Challenge: Can You Find the Objects Faster Than Others?
Now that you know where each object is hidden, share this puzzle with your friends and family. See how quickly they can find all four objects. You might be surprised—some people will spot them instantly, while others will take much longer!
How long did it take you to find them? Share your answer in the comments!
If you enjoyed this challenge, be sure to check out more mind-bending puzzles and hidden object games to keep your brain sharp and entertained. Who knows? The next puzzle might be even trickier!
Now, Are You Ready for Another Challenge?
Stay tuned for more exciting brain teasers and visual puzzles. In the meantime, keep training your eyes—you never know when you’ll need them for the next mind-blowing illusion!
My MIL Gave Away My Late Mom’s Heirloom to Her Friends — I Immediately Made Sure She’d Regret It
When I spotted a stranger wearing my late mom’s cherished necklace at a café, my world flipped. My meddling MIL had stolen it, along with other heirlooms, and lent them to her friends. Furious and betrayed, I reclaimed what was mine and plotted a lesson she’d never forget.
I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.
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Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.
So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?
“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”
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“I’m sure,” I replied. “But she has to agree to be respectful, okay? Living with us doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants in our house, or with our stuff.”
My husband nodded. “I agree. I’ll speak to her and make sure she understands that.”
At first, it was fine. She could be intrusive, sure, but mostly she was just there, taking up space like an overly perfumed shadow. I chalked up her quirks to the adjustment period.
Until the necklace incident.
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My best friend Tara and I had planned a brunch date at the café on Maple, a little spot with sticky tabletops and the best lattes in town. We’d just settled in when I noticed a group of middle-aged women laughing at a nearby table.
One of them was wearing my mother’s necklace.
My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the familiar glint of gold, or the intricate filigree on the pendant that had been in my family for generations.
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That necklace wasn’t just a valuable piece of jewelry either, it was her… my mom. The piece she’d worn to weddings and graduations and everyday errands. The one she’d entrusted to me before cancer took her away.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, following my gaze.
“That woman’s wearing Mom’s necklace! How… I’ll be right back,” I said, rising on shaky legs.
I approached the woman, my heart hammering.
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“Excuse me?” My voice cracked as I approached her table.
She looked up, startled but polite. “Yes?”
“Your necklace,” I said, pointing with a shaky finger. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, this?” She touched the pendant, her brow furrowing. “My friend Lucille lent it to me. Said it was just some old junk from her daughter-in-law’s late mother. She insisted I take it.”
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Lucille!
My ears rang. “Really? Because Lucille is my mother-in-law, and that’s my necklace. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, too, not a piece of junk, and I never said she could lend it out to anyone.”
The woman’s face crumpled as she reached for the clasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She made it sound like… oh God. I’ll give it back.”
“And the rest of it,” I added, sweeping my gaze across the table like a prosecutor delivering a final blow. The air around me seemed to thicken as I recognized each piece, a fresh wave of anger rising with every discovery.
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The women exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, they began fumbling with their jewelry. Karen, a woman wearing one of Mom’s brooches, looked at me with wide, guilt-ridden eyes.
“We truly didn’t know,” she stammered, her fingers trembling as she unclasped it. “Lucille made it seem like it was no big deal.”
“She lied,” I replied flatly, extending my hand. “Please, just give them back.”
There were murmurs of embarrassment and whispered apologies as the others followed Karen’s lead.
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Rings slipped off fingers, bracelets were pulled from wrists, and necklaces were unfastened with hurried movements. By the time the last piece was handed over, my pockets bulged with stolen memories. Yet instead of relief, I felt only a simmering fury.
“She said they were just sitting around,” another woman said hesitantly, her voice low. “We had no idea.”
I nodded stiffly, though my heart ached. These weren’t just objects. They were fragments of my mom’s life that I thought I’d kept safe.
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“I know you didn’t,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”
As I turned to leave, I forced myself to walk calmly, though every step felt like an effort not to burst into tears or scream into the open air. Outside, Tara was waiting by the car, her face tense with concern.
“Did you get it all back?” she asked as I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah. But this isn’t over.”
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The faint jingle of the heirlooms in my pocket was the only sound as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, swallowing my emotions.
At home, the scent of cheap lavender slapped me in the face the moment I entered Lucille’s room. Her presence lingered, as suffocating as her perfume. It clung to everything: the curtains, the bedding, and even the damn air.
Her jewelry box sat open on the dresser, its contents shimmering like a taunt.
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I stepped closer, the floor creaking underfoot. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, my expression hard and unyielding. This wasn’t me; this simmering ball of anger and betrayal. But Lucille had pushed me too far.
Then the idea struck.
If Lucille wanted to play lending library, fine. But she wasn’t going to use my family’s legacy.
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I gathered every piece of her jewelry I could find — necklaces, bracelets, the works — and reached out to her friends.
Karen, the ringleader of the brunch group, was the first to respond.
“Think you and the others would mind helping me teach her a lesson?” I asked.
Karen, bless her, laughed. “Oh honey, we’re in.”
A few days later, Lucille invited her friends over for tea and I set my plan in motion.
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I watched from the shadows of the hallway as her friends arrived, each one adorned in her jewelry. Karen’s coat bore Lucille’s infamous rhinestone brooch, catching the light every time she moved.
Another woman wore the chunky gold necklace Lucille always bragged about at family dinners, while someone else twirled her fingers, stacked with Lucille’s signature cocktail rings.
Lucille, oblivious at first, poured tea and chattered about nothing, her voice loud and grating as usual. Then she froze.
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Her gaze landed on Karen’s brooch, and her smile faltered. Her eyes darted from one woman to the next, and with each new piece of jewelry she recognized, her face turned a deeper shade of red.
“What-what’s going on?” she stammered, her tone sharp with suspicion.
Karen, bless her, played it cool. “What’s wrong, Lucille? You’re happy to let us borrow these, aren’t you?”
Lucille’s teacup rattled as she set it down, her hand trembling.
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“That’s my jewelry! What are you all doing wearing it?”
The group fell silent, shifting uncomfortably. Karen tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “You were fine giving away your daughter-in-law’s heirlooms. Isn’t this fair as well?”
Lucille’s eyes widened, her chest heaving with outrage. “That’s completely different! These pieces are mine!” Her voice cracked, the shrill edge betraying her panic.
That was my cue.
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I stepped into the room, the weight of my presence halting her tirade mid-sentence.
“Oh, calm down, Lucille,” I said, my tone even but laced with ice. “I thought it was only fair to return the favor. You know, since you decided my late mother’s heirlooms were yours to lend out.”
Her head snapped toward me, her face pale and panicked. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t even try,” I interrupted.
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“You knew exactly what you were doing. You stole from me. You lied to your friends. And you insulted my mother’s memory by calling her legacy ‘old junk.’”Her face paled, the bravado draining away. “I-I didn’t mean…”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” I said sharply. “You crossed a line. A massive one. And I’m done letting you disrespect me.”
Lucille’s voice dropped to a whimper. “Please don’t call the police.”
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“I should,” I said. “You don’t just get to steal and lie without consequences.”
That night, Lucille packed her things and left. Michael helped her carry her suitcases to the car, his silence saying everything. It didn’t erase the betrayal, but it helped.
Lucille’s friends, furious at being lied to, cut ties with her until she apologized to me as well as them. Even then, I made it clear: she was never to be left alone in my home again.
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I locked my mother’s jewelry in a safe that same night. When I looked at the necklace, now safely back where it belonged, I felt a bittersweet relief. It reminded me of Mom’s love, of her strength. And of my own.
Because in the end, Lucille may have tried to take a piece of my mother’s legacy, but she couldn’t take the lesson I learned: sometimes, being a good person means standing up for yourself.
Here’s another story: When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.
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