I'm not stupid but apparently I am forgetful.
I had my good scissors in my checked luggage while flying west. But forgot to put them back into my checked luggage while flying east. Bye-bye, scissors. I walked to the gate mentally whacking myself in the forehead big time. They were a lovely pair of Italian gold scissors with a very sharp pointy tip as I bought them for cutting hardanger work. And you can bet I'll be replacing them soon. (Even though I've got many other pairs...)
No problems with Clover Cutter flying with me.