That was exactly what we found when we arrived. But we were happy to see that they had divided the hunt into sections by age, and the 1-3yr sections was littered with eggs just laying in the grass- so my shy little 2 year old might stand a chance of grabbing a couple after all. Hahahaha! What was I thinking?!?!?
We were a little early, so we decided to find a place in the shade to relax and wait. (We didnt feel like fighting 200+ people for a dixie cup of free Gatorade) Now, we were under the impression that the hunt was to start at 11. But we figured we must have had it wrong when we started to notice all the people gather and line up behind the tape at about 20 til. So, not wanting to be left out, we jumped up and joined the crowd. In the hot sun. Just standing.
If this were a movie, this is the part when the screen would go dark and the words "2 minutes later" would appear, next to show an image of us right back on our nice blanket in the shade. ;)
When the hunt did start...geez...what a shock. The cute scenario I had imagined in my head of Quin walking through the grass, basket in hand, enthusiastically picking up eggs and running to find the next was quickly shattered! Reality? We found oursleves in the midst of a mob. A crazy, fast running, yelling mob. My friend and I felt so overwhelmed- I may or may not have
We did find 4 eggs (each one had to be stood over and guarded by one of us until Quin could get to it). They were hard boiled eggs. Real eggs. That had just lay in the grass in the CRAZY guam heat for who knows how long? Really?! Ugh...
But...I am relieved to say I came prepared for such events. I had slipped a few plastic eggs from home, filled with the treats I had promised, into our bag. Melt down avoided and still a fun time! :)