Deep in the untamed wilderness of suburban baseball fields lives a fearless guardian: Frank the Spider. He doesn’t bite, but he does judge your caching skills.

Frank hangs out—literally—from a small blue microcache cleverly hidden in a tree limb. You won’t need to climb (If you are tall enough to reach), just use your eyeballs and a bit of bravery. When you find him, pull on the cache, sign your name, and let Frank return to his perch with dignity.

Please don’t make fun of his legs. He’s sensitive about that.

Bring your own pen and maybe a compliment for Frank. He's been hanging around here for a while.

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Frank's Journal

*A day in the life of a tree-dwelling cache guardian.*

Day 1

I was born in a factory. Cold. Confused. Rubber.

Now I hang here in a tree. Life is better.

Day 5

First Geocacher! They screamed and Dropped their phone.

I considered it a warm welcome.

Day 10

Baseball game today. One kid pointed at me and yelled "SPIDER!"

10/10. I felt famous.

Day 15

A cacher told me I was "the best part of their day."

Day 20

Someone signed the logbook with a glitter pen.

Classy. Frank approves.

Day 25

It's rainy and lonely. I wrote poetry:

*Hanging in the breeze,

Guarding treasure in my tree,

Please don't swat at me.*

Day 30

Tried to start a leaf collection.

The wind said no.

Day 35

Someone tried to climb the tree.

It was dramatic.

Day 40

Someone called me "adorably creepy."

I'll take it.

Day 45

A geocacher gave me a high five.

Sort of.

They booped me gently.

Day 50

Steve the squirrel tried to sign the logbook again.

I told him: "No Geocaching account, no signature."

He stormed off.

Day 55

I left a tiny pebble in the logbook as a gift.

The geocacher appreciated the effort.

Frank's Final Words (for now)

Be gentle. Be clever. Bring a pen.

Say hi. Sign the log. Tell a friend.