My backyard is on a hill, and the neighbor’s kids decided to sled all the way down it, slam into the top of my retaining wall, knock a bunch of shit off (breaking two big terra-cotta planters in the process) all while screeching like banshees. Needless to say, I’m not super happy with them or their parents.
So I hear the commotion, step out the back door, and literally and instinctively yell the thing.
Spring project # 185: Install a fence, possibly electrified and razor-wired.
Indeed, but at least I’m funny and a snappy dresser.
Funny remains to be seen, considering the rest of your attitude.
Let’s hope those kids grow up happy and healthy with good outlets for play and socialization.
The “get off my lawn types” tend to get upset when nicky-nicky nine-doors, a flaming bag of shit on the doorstep or houses getting TP’d or egged because the kids were raised selfish with no sense of community. The irony of cause and effect is usually lost on those types.