Sugar-Bush-It-Old-School: Step Two

Waste over an hour of precious daylight getting angrier and angrier with yourself.  Repeatedly shout-think, "WHERE ARE THE STINKIN' SPILES I USED LAST YEAR?  I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!"

Hunt everywhere in vain.  (Don't forget to look in the wellhouse.  Three times.)

 When you finally resort to stand-ins gathering dust in the top floor of the chicken coop, take a picture of your proud daughter holding them...because she asks you to.

Oh.  And sanitize them.  Scrub them.