Zounds! It sounds like a rash of letterboxes have gone missing
lately. The Newsweek article? The juju leftover from tropical
hurricanes? Leftover juju from political conventions? Spoiled
leftovers?

I had a revelation the other day, which I shared with Inbal
kashtan/Alien Explorers planter which may be worth passing along.
The
other day, I watched as a squirel began to chew the ropes on my
hammock. It turns out this is a brand new hammock, recently
replacing
another rope hammock that some devious critter had chewed through.

As it turns out that hammock is a favorite after school snack hangout.
...my son and I eat out there and he climbs around with his greasy,
salty hands. At night the animals must just love coming by for a
taste. I know from being woken up in the middle of the night while
backpacking by critters who come to chew on backpack straps (they go
after the salt in perspiration) that they are pretty deperate for
human comestibles. So we have placed a ban on eating in the hammock.

I realize at least two of my missing three boxes could have been drug
off by animals. If a letterboxer had just eaten and had traces of
food on their hands the smell alone on the tupperware could attrack
curious and hungry critters.

SO I guess the take home message is: weigh down your box somehow and
wash your hands after eating if you are going to be handling a box.

Of course, I think the insensitive Homo sapiens is still are bigest
threat, but not sure how to solve that one. Round the squares #2 was
probably taken by late night drinking adjudicated youth...so maybe
chekout your spot by day and night to see who likes to hang out
there.


happy letterboxing,
Mim