I used to live on a boarding school campus as an administrator. My kids and I were hanging on a culvert at a pond on the campus, I leaned over to look at something and my black iPhone 7 slid right out of my breast pocket and into the water. I knew that I had like fifteen minutes before it died. So I ran home, grabbed a wetsuit jacket (it was like February in Florida, cold enough to need this) and put on my board shorts and ran back to the water with a net. I waded in, felt my body sink down to my knees in muck. It was so gross that I wasn’t about to let my head get underwater. But I felt with my feet and used the net to pull stuff up from around where I saw the phone fall (while my wife pinged it with the Find My app). She watched the dot disappear and that’s when we knew the phone had died. Never found it.

I took like three showers after that, just to be sure. And I do not go near ponds with my phone anywhere except in my hip pockets (or in a sling bag)