As the Scouts were getting ready for bed, I heard a yell from inside one of the tents, followed by some scuffling and “Mr. Underwood, I think we have a problem!” I asked what sort of problem, but just heard more muffled thumps, then things quieted down. “Did you take care of it?” “It was a nickel.”
As I reconstructed it, the Scout slid into his sleeping bag and his bare foot touched a cold nickel. I’m not sure what he thought it was, but it scared him. He jumped out and stomped the nickel until it wasn’t dangerous.
I’m just glad it wasn’t a quarter.