Once Luke got up on the ottoman, we put him on the other side so he could see the toy in question and *hopefully* realize it isn't out to get him. He seemed relatively calm and stared carefully at it.
My parents always told me if you fall off a horse, you get up and get back on again. I thought the same analogy would apply to Luke and this particular situation. The more exposure he gets to they toy, the less scared he'll be of it. Right?
Wrong. He got away even quicker the second time. Maybe instead of learning the toy was harmless, he learned a much more effective and speedy route away because-Man!-he was out a lot quicker the second time.
So now the toy has been designated to a spot that assures me that Luke will not be escaping the confined space of our family room through the chair legs of our kitchen table chairs anytime soon. He plays with his toys closer to the couch and periodically shoots the look of death at the baseball toy. He refuses to go after a toy that comes within two feet of the thing. It's like the lost toy has crossed over to the dark side and is lost for good to him.
He always manages to keep things interesting.