When most people's properties are vandalized, it usually involves something normal like toilet paper or eggs. However at our house, we've been lucky enough to have been targeted recently by some more "creative" types of vandals.
For example, a few months ago we came home to find our entire screen door coated in a frozen bright yellow liquid that we immediately assumed to be urine. I know, nice. But further analysis proved it to only be Mountain Dew. How did I know? It was sweet, not salty.
Then last week when we went out to rake our grass for spring, we found the entire front lawn strewn with nails, screws, tacks, nuts and bolts. Seriously. Someone literally scattered several hundred pieces of hardware into our yard.
Now, of course, I'll have to use some kind of large magnet or metal detector to clean it up so the kids don't puncture their bare feet this summer. Or worse - have it become deadly shrapnel if I hit it with the lawnmower. Here's a picture of some of the crap I picked out of the grass.
Eventually I picked up enough of this junk to fill an entire ice cream pail. And that's just the stuff I could see.
And now just the other morning we came out to find our entire side lawn littered with 15 or so old phone books. Here they are in my recycling bin this morning.
WTF? Who would bother to do something like this?
I'm not really sure what message these neighborhood vandals are trying to send - but it sure is an odd one if you ask me.
I don't know, mabye they're trying to say, "Urine the land of nuts and phonies."