Our dairy-driven friend Milkboy -- used to being left to fend for himself by the not yet annointed Zomdad -- was once again abandoned at a surburban shopping mall on November 1. Having only a handful of change scavenged from a local wishing well, and hungry for dairy products, he found what he though was a fantastic deal on leftover haloween candy -- marked down dramatically -- that scratched his milk-loving itch.
He purchased the treat and furiously scarfed it down his gullet. But the candy was NOT of a milky variety, and played havoc with his dairy-only metabolism. He ran across the parking lot, finally collapsing to his knees becoming violently ill.
This cache (a short stone's throw east from the posted coordinates) is at the exact spot of Milkboy's sickness, and reveals what the mislabeled candy was.