… I’m sick, I can’t sleep, and I never did explain why ‘Ziptie’.
Don’t blame me. Blame a certain group of Nebraska geocachers who regularly attend the annual geocache picnic/camping trip in Kearney… and who exist to torment me!
There was the one year I was out caching, and came back… I could not get into my tent. Ziptied!
There was the one year the Dad and I decided to motel-camp in town, but left our chairs out for the cobbler feast that night. We were out walking and came back… The chairs were all clustered by a tree. Ziptied!
The NEXT year, nothing happened. Perhaps it was due to my brand-new kitchen scissor necklace. I also appointed a BIG bodyguard from foreign states to help keep guard.
I will not be at the picnic this year. They will think of me. I know it.