49 caches done.
As I was snuffling around for one of them, a couple of kids came by, and wanted to know what I was doing, so I gave them the usual "I'm counting the slugs", and showed them my "British Slug Survey" card. That wasn't enough, and they hung around for a bit of a discussion, like "Why are you counting the slugs","Well, someone has to do it." Eventually, they wandered off and I was able to grab the cache.
Then one of them came back.
He'd brought three slugs for me.
I am offended by the word "inappropriate". It's too vague. In this case, there's no way I can guess what it is they're upset about.
When, oh when will this terrible drought end?
Brave Sir Robin, hopped up within a few feet of me, scrounging breadcrumbs.