LOL

That reminds of of when I lived in Portland and the proles at the local chip factory went on strike for a month. Rats the size of Rottweilers came streaming into the city when the flow of potato peels dried up, and I had a juicy compost heap in the back yard. I had a little tree just outside the kitchen window where I hung a steel bucket for kitchen slop. I noticed the tree wiggled seductively when the fat bastards climbed up to get in the bucket and live the good life, so I parked myself in the kitchen with a 10-22 and a 6 pack and picked them off when they skylined over the rim of the bucket.

After a couple days of these amusements, I was out in the yard tossing the previous nights kills into the compost heap, when I noticed the wood fence between me and my neighbor had holes clear through it. I didn't think shorts would get clear to his siding, but upon inspection realized they had.

Everything fun is illegal.