The GISHWHES Chronicle: Day Six

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By Katherine Erlikh

A firsthand account of the madness that is the GISHWHES scavenger hunt.

Today is one of those days when all hope fails, and you battle valiantly onwards despite not being fully functional. Ow.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 23 hours, 30 minutes and 29 seconds:

“This giant albino mouse is not going under,” complained teammate David, while teammate Leif lamented a lack of cockroaches. Jenny spent the day playing robot while at work; apparently her bosses thought it amusing. Amanda just met a woman who didn’t know what a thesaurus was. Final mystery item turns out to be something we actually expected, and we’re very much not surprised.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 20 hours, 48 minutes, 34 seconds:

“Bonus points for a tentacle hanging over the edge of the bowl.” We’ll leave it up to you, dear readers, to figure out just what the heck is going on right now.

“I can't get on to the YouTube and I'm going to stab someone,” said Cecelia in the meantime.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 20 hours, 23 minutes and 09 seconds:


“It's hard to type with a basketball covered in hair in my lap,” replied Amanda.

In other news, I might just have Satan drive me to Hell for next GISHWHES. Literally.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 19 hours, 17 minutes and 14 seconds:

“I don't even have a soul and you killed it,” muttered Kyrsten sullenly. In other news, Misha Collins has been renamed to Misha Collision, courtesy of my cell phone’s autocorrect.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 18 hours, 47 minutes and 32 seconds:

Amber’s found the head of a baby bird in her dog bed, Kyrsten’s watching "Digimon," Amanda is making things from her hair and I… I am painting 30 tentacles of varying sizes with swamp green nail polish.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 16 hours, 28 minutes and 10 seconds:

“I am actually resisting the urge to just scream, I DIDN'T GET KNOCKED UP DURING GISHWHES!” exclaimed Kyrsten. She also wondered, if she had, would she have been obligated to name the child Misha.

The Hunt Ends in 1 day, 14 hours, 48 minutes and 03 seconds:

Procrastinating on that great work of literature. I’ve finished reading the entirety of "Dumbing of Age" AGAIN, decided to reply to every other message I get in haiku, and made up ship names for everyone’s relationships and for the relationships I ship them in. Then told them all to Amber. She was only moderately surprised; I suppose this is a sign I’ve already gone mad.