I feel your pain.
Some years ago, I decided to take apart a rather dirty Ruger Blackhawk for a thorough cleaning.
Once I got into the guts, I heard the dreaded 'Spang!', and a spring flew off into shag carpeting. After searching half the night for it, I finally, in desperation, just threw all the parts into a shoebox, thinking I would take it to a gunsmith.
Then, a few days later, my bare feet found the spring. I gathered up my courage, and managed to get everything back in place and working.
Anymore, my curiosity about what is inside the workings of a firearm is quite limited.
