This actually happened a while back - after discovering that the drummer of my band is a geocacher ("no waaay!!! really?!") we decided to join forces and go on a cache-hunt with another friend. It was a LP cache in the cellar of an old factory. Very dark, very wet and very rotten. The place was HUGE (or so it seemed) and it was quite a labyrinth, so we started using a piece of chalk to make some markings on the wall. We had to find three objects in order to get the coordinates for the final cache (ketchup and a vinegar bottle and a box of salt).
My all-stars had some huge holes in their soles - since we weren´t going into the woods I figured they´d be OK - until I stepped onto something squishy, hairy and wet and jumped around squeaking (I thought I had stepped on a dead rat). Our drummer (I was horrified clutching to his arm) directed the flashlight to the spot and I was relieved to see it was something else - I don´t know what it was, as long as it wasn´t some dead animal I was fine and he laughed at me for it for about the next half hour. And kept on cracking jokes about my totally girlish behavior (as I am a girl I have the full right to).
But payback is a bitch. We were walking through a very narrow tunnel system, we had to walk in a single file and there were pipes and cables hanging all over the place. Our friend was at the front, and as she´s rather short, the pipes didn´t bother her at all - my drummer on the other side, was the tallest of us and didn´t see one of the pipes running across the tunnel, banged his forehead on it, which sent him flying backwards in a very groteske matrix-like backflip and fell hitting the back of his head on the floor.
We were a tad worried, don´t get me wrong - but our friend and I (I had seen the entire thing from the back) had a major laughing fit and I had to sit down in the middle of spiderwebs and rubble laughing my head off. (The video we made of the incident looks like a slapstick version of the blair witch project).
