Story Of What I Didn't Find ...

I am pretty much a confirmed Facebook addict. One day I was trolling my newsfeed and noticed that a "friend of a Friend" had posted something about having lost her charm bracelet, so I identified myself (former teacher of Friend) and said I'd be happy to bring my detector over and noodle around. She accepted my offer, and off I went.

Should be an easy find, right? She said she lost it while she and her husband were building a backyard deck, and so out back we went. The new deck was high enough that I could stoop and get under it ... and then I stopped. Hubby had randomly tossed all the old decking, complete with nails and metal brackets underneath the deck, covering almost all of that suspect area. But I gave it a shot around the edges anyway. No luck. So let's try the rest of the back yard. K?

Their beagle accompanied me around the yard. Beagle? Beagles produce prolific, prodigious poop, and this one was no exception. Gingerly hopping between the backyard bombs, I swept most of the area. Nothing. However I did recover a pair of dog tags which were in plain sight, so the afternoon wasn't completely wasted.

After carefully cleaning my shoes, I went back inside and re-offered my services if and when hubby moved the old decking so that I could search the covered area, and they accepted. Finally, as I was on my way out the door, wifey says something like, "I guess I need to search the house to make sure it isn't lost somewhere inside." Aargh!

Good thing I can chalk up the benefits of my searching expeditions to fresh air and exercise, huh?