Whereabouts

No. Not here,
-Must be. Keep looking.
If he doesn’t want to be found…
-There!
What?! Where?
-Thought I saw something move.
[Tharrump] [Whisk]
-Huh?.. Okay, not funny.
[crickets]
-[gulp]
[crickets]
-Uh, is someone there?
[crick-]

If I might suggest an alternate hypothesis, you are better served by examining the RFID studies in which Diebold employed over 8,000 volunteers in the San Francisco region. Only the controllers had full knowledge of the whereabouts of the participants. As a result, ten fully bonded investigators managed to track down only eighteen of the volunteers in one week using conventional means, and three of those unwittingly lead detectives to family members who were also fellow participants.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning that a finding exercise is pointless without a cheat. It’s a long shot. Needle in haystack. Odds of lightning striking a cricket.

Finer tanks have been made for lizards, but never a tank so fine for lizards raised specifically for the purpose of feeding bald eagles.

A naturalist prods the lizards, now, exciting them all the way to the Tupperware plate of crickets. The lizards will eat the crickets, the eagles will eat the lizards, and the naturalist, grown a bit unhinged from so many complaints from the village about the lizard bits that rain down upon their houses, cars, porches and beaches, will eat many bald eagles until he is brought down by federal marshals in a wild wood filled with eagles, lizards and critics. And crickets.