This is "Knot Me." It is a Travel Bug with no specific destination, although it has a definite goal: to entertain the person who finds it before they place it in another cache. Here's how it works.
There are three things you can do with "Knot Me." The first choice is pretty boring, so please consider #2 or #3. Your options are:
1) You can simply log it on its Travel Bug page and then place it in another cache, OR
2) You can untie and re-tie any or all of its knots (see below), post a picture of it in its new form on its Travel Bug page and then release it into a new cache, OR
3) You may add a new knot to the ring, leaving the basic "Knot Me" in the form you found it in, and post a picture of the whole thing on its Travel Bug page, and then move it to a new cache. New knots may be re-tied by subsequent finders.
There is a clause with Option #2: please don't untie a knot unless you can replace it with one of equal difficulty and artistry.
"Knot Me" begins its journey as a Monkey's Fist, a basketweave knot and a plain old fisherman's knot. Have fun!
PS. Your library should have "The Ashley Book of Knots," if you want to try your hand at fancy knotwork.
Here's a bonus for those of you who actually READ Travel Bug pages.
A little piece of string wandered into a bar one day, slithered across the floor and up onto a barstool, and when the bartender approached, the string asked politely, "I'd like a scotch and soda, please."
The bartender snorted in disgust and said, "Go on, get out of here. This bar has never served drinks to pieces of string and it's not about to start."
Dejectedly, the little piece of string left the bar and wandered down the street until he happened to meet someone. To this passerby, he said, "I am so sad. I was just thrown out of a bar for no reason at all except that I'm a little piece of string. Would you, kind sir, please throw me in that mud puddle over there?" The gentleman looked at the little piece of string dubiously, but did as it had asked, and then the man walked quickly away, thinking this was one of the strangest conversations he'd ever had.
The little piece of string went on until he found another person, a lady of some years. To this stranger, he said, "I am very unhappy because I was just thrown out of a bar for no reason at all, other than the fact that I am a little piece of string. Would you, ma'am, please unravel both my ends?" Without questioning the little piece of string any further, the woman did as it had asked and then she walked away rather hastily.
The little piece of string had gone no further than the end of the next block when it spied a sailor rounding the corner. "Halloo! Sir! I see you are a Navy man, so I am sure you know how to tie a bowline-on-the-bight. Would you be so kind as to tie me up?" The sailor's hands quickly did the task they had been set, and then he too went on his way, shaking his head. How odd, he thought.
Now the little piece of string wriggled down the street, back to the bar, across the floor and up onto the barstool. The bartender approached. Again, the little piece of string made its request. "May I have a scotch and soda, please?"
The bartender cocked his head to one side, squinted his eye suspiciously and replied, "Aren't you that little piece of string I threw out of here about half an hour ago?"
The little piece of string said innocently, "Excuse me? I'm a frayed knot."
***groan!***