Ok, let's have a show of hands from all the people who've lost their Leatermans--you know, those shiny stainless stees multi-tool thingeys. I thought so. Lots of you. Now, raise your hand if you lost the one you bought to replace that one. Uh-huh, thought so. Seems these expensive and oh-so-handy little do-dads were made to lose. I think they have a hidden motor with a little wheel, placed by the company, that self-starts whenever motion has not been detected for awhile, and the pesky rascals crawl under the nearest rock. I mean, IT CAN'T BE MY FAULT!
Lamenting the loss of the most recent of these $38.00 jewels, I cried to the heavens, "If only there was a way of finding it". Then it hit me, I could not be alone, there must be countless others out there. Think of the monetary loss! And, as anyone who's ever lost anything knows, the damn thing is probably in plain sight! In campgrounds all over America lies a salvage opportunity for the taking. What device could possibly recover this wealth?
A crow flew overhead as I pondered. My eye lingered on its flight. Hey, don't crows like shiny stuff? Maybe they could be trained. I could see it all, get some crow eggs, cut a hole in the incubator box, and the minute the chicks emerge from the shell, begin feeding them with A LEATHERMAN MOMMY!!! You know, like they did with those condors. Those pliers really do look birdey! Soon you'd have the sharp-eyed flock at your command. Take the flock to campyards, garner the lost Leathermans, sell 'em back to all us poor losers...yeah, that's the ticket. We're rich!
So...investment capital welcome. You might as well throw your $38.00 at me and lose it rather than leaving it in some nameless campground.