The Hunt for the Keys. . . Or the Search for the Keymaster

So, the other day Patricia (who has worked here for 2-plus years and has a wickedly-sharp tongue) announced that she had lost her keys.

OK, we said, no worries, where do you think you left them?

Without question, they are under the security safe in the Toucan tree house, was the pronouncement. Not a problem. Lucy asked the guests if they had come across any keys; they said no. The guests left, Lucy tossed the tree house: no keys.

At this point, we were wondering if we may have to have a locksmith out to replace the locks on the tree houses, as Patricia, Seidy and Darling all have keys to all of the tree houses.

Patricia then amended her story, to say maybe the keys were in the Monkey tree house.

Nope. Lucy tossed that tree house after the folks checked out.

Finally, when Lucy and I were setting up the laundry baskets for Patricia and Seidy to use for the cleaning of the tree houses, the keys were discovered: Under two laundry baskets and a cleaning towel.

Just another day at Tree Houses.