Not for eggs but for little microcaches. In lieu of the traditional Easter egg hunt, Mrs. Death and I went out and about town geocaching this afternoon. Found five in fairly short order, signed the logs, and re-hid 'em; only a thousand or so left to go in town. Today, the neatest one was in Green Hill Cemetery, a very old graveyard with loads of character. And no, the cache was not in a grave; no one wants to have their cache muggled by a corpse.Pounded out a short-short tale this afternoon that I've been mulling over for a few days. Had an idea that was almost coming together, and today it finally did. Done, submitted, and fingers X'd.
This is the first Easter in I don't know how many years—probably since I lived in Chicago in the 80s—that the whole family didn't get together for at least the day. Circumstances conspired to keep us apart this year, but I did get to see my mom and brother (and find geocaches) last weekend. That was nice.
The grass got high this weekend. I foresee mowing in the nearest of futures...
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Maybe it's just me...but doesn't putting OFFICIAL GEOCACHE DO NOT DISTURB on that little tube just about guarantee that anyone with a proclivity for fucking with things is going to mess with it? Kind of like putting a sign on your ass that says DO NOT KICK ME!
Just saying.
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Almost certainly. That's why my caches always read "Guarded by the minions of Cthulhu. Touch at your own risk."
I was thinking more along the lines of "Hanta Virus - if found return to nearest medical facility and then shower - like eighty times - with Turpentine...
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That would be fun, but it would probably also get Homeland Security involved.
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