So last night, I'm sitting comfortably in the recliner, watching an episode of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer (yes, I'm a big geek, but you already knew that) on DVD last night, when I hear a curious giggling.
Thought some kids were just walking by... my driveway area kind of serves as a shortcut sometimes.
Then I realized that the giggling was coming from under my house.
Muttering words and phrases that would make the saltiest sailor blush like a schoolgirl, I slid on my shoes, walked out the door, and pointed a flashlight under my house. I could see the heels of adolescent-sized tennis shoes running away on the other side of the house.
More swearing.
I ran around the house as fast as I could (not fast considering I am not in peak form and my shoes weren't on properly) to find that they had run across the little wet, pond-y, marsh-y area that separates my house from the main road. I could only see one (and it was no shock who it was), and he was laughing and running. This, of course, further incensed me.
Little shi- er- misguided darlings were SMOKING under my house.
If my house burns down, I'm going to be a little pissed.
12 year-olds are the height of cool, aren't they?
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Damn. Have you considered booby-traps? I'm thinking there has to be a way to rig something up involving the honey bucket... ;-)
here is what you do...
coat the entire area with a flame retardent material.
then a layer of gasoline.
they light up, so does the ground they stand of.
it'll scare the s**t out of them, and due to the insulation, not burn the house to the ground.
So what were they smoking?
Wow, you people are sadistic. I just called the village police and his mother.
Jody's fire idea is particularly frightening.
you could have gone with him and had him tell his mother.... a great way to make a kid squirm and have them admit they did something wrong....
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