My neighbor called me about an hour ago and asked if I'd seen some kids running through my fenced back yard. I told her I hadn't, but I'd keep an eye out.
Drew came home from a movie about 20 minutes ago, and as I was relaying the phone call, I saw two boys running through my back yard. I said "There go those kids again," and Drew rushed toward the back door, filled with righteous old man anger.
Unfortunately, the child safety latch on our back door knob foiled my poor husband. He spent a good 3 seconds (it doesn't take long to run through our back yard) fumbling with the door knob, and once he finally managed to open the door, he barked a very terse "Stay out of our yard!" If he'd had a cane, he'd have shaken it at them.
This may have been the funniest display of foiled anger I've seen in a long time. Right after he started fumbling with the knob, I started giggling and haven't stopped since. He threatened me with mild physical violence, and I said "That's okay, I'll just hide in the back yard. You'll never get me."
(My immediate reaction is to not care that these kids are running through my back yard. I wouldn't care if they ran through my front yard. However, my back yard is fenced in and these kids or some like them have already broken two of my neighbors' fences. Also, many years ago, some parents - unsuccessfully, thank goodness - sued my father-in-law because their kid died while trespassing on his land. All it takes is one of these kids making a bad jump and breaking their legs on my fence and I'll have a lawsuit on my hands, and I really don't have time for a lawsuit right now. I would love to catch these kids and have a few words with their parents.)
2 weeks ago