Striking something solid, I doubled my enthusiasm and soon had the object in sight. The very moment I exclaimed “Eureka!” it disappeared—into a water-filled hole about eight inches deep. That water was immediately helpful in getting mud and six-legged protesters off the container. I carried it back to the parking lot, rinsed it more in a puddle there and then extracted the log. Or tried. It seemed all my splashing about had signaled to the local swarm that a buffet was nearby. They flitted hungrily EVERYWHERE I had skin exposed. I doused myself in repellent; some of them gave up, but most just thanked me for the spicy cocktail and kept up their meal. None of them tipped me though 🤔
After toweling off the container, replacing a torn baggie, and signing a fresh, dry bit of paper, I put everything back together. Instead of angering the creepy crawlies again, I placed it about six feet away at the next big fence post. It should be easier for the next seeker. Unless of course the recently unhoused decide to rebuild over there.
All this for a digital smiley face and an origami “Treasure”!? Absolutely!
Thank you, diamonddoodlebugs. God bless! Ephesians 2:8-9
Wandering but not lost,
myrthman (NtN065)
Houston, Texas, USA
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