Those who friend Team WAT (Waterweasel, ACCLanMan, & Tygress) on Facebook know this already... we had an ADVENTURE:
You can remove the NEEDS MAINTENANCE icon. We replaced the cache. However... apparently we decided that this Not GRIM needed a tale =wowoWHOA!= most GRIM...
We came out seeking caches
A ways from our happy homes
But you know we smiley seekers
Surely love the roam.
We had such plans for grabbing
Caches here and here and there
Maybe lunch in Moody
Should circumstance find us there.
And so we came to this one
Which claims no grim intent
And quickly to the searching
The WAT team's skills were bent.
We found the cache so quickly
It's blue belly open to the sky
Unlike the last its attitude
Meant logs were no longer ply
So we decided to help out
In a camaraderie style.
To save our friend, the cache owner
From coming out this mile
We have another container
A log to tuck there in
A zippy tie to hold it
And HERE'S WHERE THINGS GET GRIM!
Waterweasel got his leatherman
Ironically a SAFETY award
And went to cut the zip tie
Careful where the blade was toward
But these zip ties, though hard workers
Have an evil bent
And once cut that stored kinetic energy
The blade awry was sent
"That's not good," Waterweasel said
Too late bringing hand away
And, indeed, left middle finger
He'd managed to deeply flay
"Do you need a stitch?" says I
He felt that there was no need.
But off to ACCLanMan's first aid kit
He hustled with some speed.
As I was zipping the replacement
Didn't like the sounds from the rig
For Waterweasel's sliced finger
Opted for BLEEDING -- BIG
Gauze more gauze a napkin
More gauze and plenty of tape
We won't discuss the splatter
Or extra color on his caching shirt's drape.
"Stitches" we decided
Or at least some Urgent Care
Out came the various smart phones
Medical attention, please, but where?
We found a place in Hewitt
Tygress took the wheel
ACCLanMan admitted some worry
About how she made tires squeal.
Choice one was closed and shuttered
For another hour yet
Again perusing smart phones
For aid we had to get!
This time we phoned, surprise
For next 'urgent care' we found
Was for psychiatric emergencies
We're rattled, but not Ward bound.
"My wife thinks I'm a klutz," Russ said
"But don't think you can help."
You know he's a pretty good patient
Barely giving a yelp.
Third time's a charm, they're in, we're off
Through fair Hewitt Town
Letting the Android's navigator
Talk us the way down.
Paperwork filled, ID cards scanned
And Waterweasel is whisked away
ACCLanMan has already posted
Facebook picture of the day.
Two hours and five stitches
And a wrapping, well, bright red
Out comes our Waterweasel
From where this escapade led.
Now we're off to Chuy's
And, look! THREE caches here!
Then back out to where we left off
But... HAVE A CARE, MY DEAR!!!
So this Grim now has a grim. Or: no good deed ever goes unpunished.
Yes, the lid was missing, and the log for this one sopping mache. Cutting to the chase: We ended up at the Urgent Care down the hill from the hospital (beside Chuy's on 35 -- Hewitt). Russ tried to explain geocaching then opted for: "I was cutting a zip tie." The Physician's Assistant and his assistant both nodded knowingly: "They're notorious."
For more details, well, I'm sure there's an event coming soon -- but suffice that there were five stitches and a Novocaine shot (the most PAINFUL part of the ordeal -- Russ looked the PA in the eye and said (in about this tonality): "Ouch.") BUT, the Chuy's next door was a nice sick toy, as well as three caches. Then back out.
Team WAT (Waterweasel, ACCLanMan, & Tygress) having an ADVENTURE!!!!