Boy do I know how you feel. There is one near us, in a tree, in a mall parking lot. Everyone else drives up, signs the log book and away they go. I go look for it, and return again, and again, and again. Everytime I am at the mall, I look for it on the way out of the parking lot. One afternoon, my husband is with me when I pull up to the tree again, and he says "There it is." Without even getting out of the car! I wanted to smack him! Right after I signed the log book of course!