Witty Rox: Yes, I Travel With a Box of Rocks. Mind Your Business.😉

Jan 24

Some people travel with snacks.
Some people travel with emotional baggage.

I travel with a box of rocks.

Before you call someone to check on me — relax. These aren’t just rocks. These are Witty Rox. Painted, sassy, free-range little chaos nuggets that get dropped wherever the vibe feels right. No plan. No map. No schedule. Just ✨rock distribution✨.

And yes, I’m fully aware of the phrase “dumber than a box of rocks.”
Irony is my love language.

Where Have These Rocks Been?

Short answer: everywhere.
Long answer: places you’d never expect to find a tiny, painted attitude problem just… waiting.

So far, Witty Rox have been spotted (or abandoned with purpose) at:

WSU — because college campuses already thrive on confusion
WSU Veterinary Teaching Hospital — where big hearts live and good vibes are needed
A massive heart-shaped art installation — art meets chaos, obviously
A rest stop — because nothing says “road trip surprise” like a rock judging your snack choices
A giant pink iron pig — still not explaining this one
Outside a thrift store — where weird finds belong together
An equestrian area — classy horses, feral rocks
A public archery center — dodging arrows, living dangerously
A popular hiking path — nature, but make it unhinged
A popular farm — sunflowers, produce, wholesome vibes… and one rogue rock

And that’s just the highlights reel. These little rebels could be anywhere. If it looks like a good spot and the energy feels right… plop. Rock deployed.

There Is No System. That’s the System.

I don’t announce drops.
I don’t hint.
I don’t schedule.

I literally travel with a box of Rox and release them into the wild like a slightly unhinged rock fairy. Some are found immediately. Some probably live out their days judging chickens, squirrels, and overhearing strangers’ conversations. That’s showbiz.

Each one is made by me. No two are alike. Some are funny. Some are sweet. Some are a little feral — just like the person who made them.

Why Am I Doing This?

Because the world is heavy. 🌎
Because people need unexpected joy. 🥰
Because finding something silly when you’re not looking for it hits different.

And honestly? Because it makes me laugh knowing there’s a tiny rock somewhere right now absolutely confusing the hell out of someone.

If You Find One

Congrats. You’ve been chosen by a rock.

Take a pic. 📸
Share it.
Hide it again… or don’t.

There are no rules here. This isn’t Fight Club. It’s Rock Club. And yes, I broke the first rule by telling you about it.

Final Thoughts From Someone With a Box of Rocks

Witty Rox don’t need a destination.
They don’t need permission.
They just exist… wherever they land.

So if you’re out there hiking, thrifting, farming, road-tripping, vet-visiting, pig-admiring, or just minding your own damn business — keep your eyes open.

Because somewhere nearby, a rock might be doing the same. 🪨😏

— Jessica
Founder of Witty Revolt
Professional Rock Dropper
Proud Owner of a Box of Rocks

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