I made a pooh !

OK, not real pooh.

I participate in an activity called geocaching. Basically you find little plastic boxes hidden around the place that have a log (sorry) book and trinkets to swap. You find the cache by following your GPS receiver. You can find out more here: http://www.geocaching.com

I am creating a series of caches where you have to find them all and gather a clue of out each one. This then leads you to the mother load (sorry).

Rather than shove a box under a bush I have been making cunning disguises for the boxes.

I have boxes in rocks, boxes in logs (sorry), a box in a bird house (fake one that birds can’t get into), boxes behind bolts.

The latest one was supposed to be representative of dog poop, but the expanding sealing stuff I used was more like diarrhoea (sorry) than a nice firm poop.

So instead of having a plastic box embedded in dog poop, I now have a cow-poop container. http://www.caughtatwork.net/geocaching/pooh.jpg

I think once I paint it up with some brown, it should look just about right. Whether anyone will be game enough to turn it over to reveal the box on the inside will be another matter.

Just thought I’d share the fact that I made pooh! Aren’t you proud of me.

Worse yet! Read about the pooh parties they have in South Carolina.

A few of the more appalling excertps:
“I dressed [the children] in outfits that had Pooh on them”
“I bought pooh candles, plates, napkins & matching Thank-you notes from Birthdayexpress.com
“I made a Pooh cake for the family party”

Then the final indignity after a day of pooh play:
“we played a game of ‘Find the Hunny Pots in the Woods’”

:eek:

One day, my sister ran into the room proclaiming “I’ve got Pooh on my underwear!” meaning Winnie, of course, but it sounded totally bad.

Heh heh heh. Here’s a house-favorite joke that will amuse your kids for hours:

Why is Piglet so stinky?
Because he plays with Pooh!

Why is Tigger so stinky?
Because he plays with Pooh!

Why is Christopher Robin so stinky?
Because…you get the idea.

That is by far the most diabolical cache disguise I’ve heard of yet. Better than a faux sprinkler head, or mysteriously connected-to-nothing electrical junction box. I would think long and hard about actually checking under the poop for the prize.