Given my seasonal job, I had the perfect opportunity to do this task.

With the malls closed on Easter, I had to make sure I left eggs that could be found before then, which made Good Friday my last chance to hide them. Luckily, I was scheduled to work all day, from when the mall opened to when it closed (eleven hours, of which two were my lunch and dinner break), giving me ample opportunity. And, since these were secret eggs, I couldn't tell any of my coworkers about them.

I prepared six eggs, each containing a poem written on cardstock. Then, at work, I wandered around hiding them. Given the secret nature of the eggs, it was very important to make sure nobody saw me hiding them. This proved inordinately difficult at a mall on a busy shopping day, and ultimately I was only able to find enough breaks in the pedestrian traffic to get three of them hidden. I knew I wouldn't have time for anything epic, but I expected to be able to hide all six. No dice. But I'm nonetheless pleased with the spots I found.

I'm guessing they've all been found by mall maintenance or similar. And if so, then I hope they appreciate the appearance of a little unexpected poetry interrupting an anonymous and largely thankless job, courtesy of an Easter Bunny who knows precisely what those are like.