When the call went out for a forward tester, "Itchy Finger" Mullins jumped at the chance. Here he is prodding the icky matter, dangerous to people with feet everywhere and layed out for us by our arch enemies, the Icky Matter Layer Outers.

After careful examination of these photos, it was also discovered that we had been but mere feet away from their secret hideout. We should have realized it from the smell of tangerines and the hundreds of carmel wrappers lining the stream, but we . . . um . . . didn't.

Sometimes, you can't win them all. You just hope that the one you do win is the one that wins everything. Which is kind of the same thing, but not really.