8.05.2009

Is it October ? ? ? ?

Last evening I was witness to some vandalism to our home.

There were three individuals involved. I watched from inside our house as the vandals moved slowly about....

It was late. Very late, for someone to be out and about. The evening sky was dark. There were no stars in the sky to be seen. A cloudy day had extended itself to an evening cloud cover. A slight gentle wind was moving the leaves of the trees. The occasional sound of a vehicle could be heard from the highway close by. The stillness was broken by the slow pace of tires on the stone in our driveway. The three villains emerged from the dark car with calculated movements. They each stepped quietly away from the car doors, coming into view in my window. Slowly they attempted to close the doors on the car, however the light inside remained on for a few seconds. It may have seemed like minutes to the ruffians. I peered through the slats of the blinds covering my windows. I pulled one of the slats down little by little to get a better view of the vandals. I could see them cautiously move closer to our house. I did not know their intent. They appeared small in stature, but with a determination to reach their lofty goals. Fear was not to be my master. I knew I was protected by the strong walls of our habitat. The trespassers appeared to know exactly the purpose of their expedition. To my surprise, I could see what materialized to be some contraband they had brought with them. Confusion was filling my mind with questions. The hooligans proceeded to dispense the reason for their vandalism. Paper!...... yes ....... paper........... was the reason they were interrupting the quiet peacefulness of my home. I saw one of the scoundrels draw back their arm to throw a large white object up into one of our trees. The other two thugs followed the leader with attempts to heave the white entity into other trees located in our front yard. Streams of white paper hung leisurely, swaying in the gentle breeze that moved the paper like a ballet dancer. Attempt after attempt was made by the criminals to place the paper in our trees. The malicious lawbreakers went about their destruction without fear. They seemed very comfortable with the nasty, cruel, wicked, mischievous design they had conjured to carry out. To my astonishment they walked about with calm and familiarity. They seemed to stroll about the yard with recognizable composure. I was able to obtain a photo of the offenders. They may be known in our community. I am sure I have seen them before. Yes.... they are well known to me and many members of our family. My granddaughters Lauren, Cassidy and Alex. They may be smiling in this recent photograph, but I am sure, when approached by the local law enforcement, the smiles will disappear.... for a moment or two? Ok....they know the officers in town. Geez... where is justice? (notice the black markings under their eyes to keep the SUN out of their eyes .... while they were in the dark)
Below are photos of the destruction performed by the naughty little beings (otherwise known as my precious sweet granddaughters)

5 comments:

Sassy Granny ... said...

I may be odd-Mom out, but I used to feel so loved when the kids came to t-p our house. It's been years since our own children were in the home, thus no reason for a good t-ping in recent years.

When our daughter (now 38) was 17, I remember getting up in the middle of the night to help she and some of her buddies don cammies and paint their faces so they could t-p a friend's house. We had a blast!

Thanks for the memory ...

Kathleen

Debbie said...

I feel the same.You have to love someone to do that. I think it is harmless fun. When my kids were involved I made them go back the next day to help clean up.It's nice to know that your grandaughters love you and know that you can share in the fun.
Debbie

Nancy McCarroll - Arts, Crafts and Favorites said...

Did you make the girls get a ladder and take it all down?? I was afraid you had gotten robbed when I first started reading....now that school is on, those scoundrels won't have time for mischief!

Shanda said...

So funny, you really had me go'in there for a minute. I was about to be scared for you. Oh well Granny, as they say, pay backs are hell. What will ole granny think up to do to these little mischevious rats. I think a good Halloween scare should be in the works. Let us know.

Sassy Granny ... said...

I know you're doing well because I see you on FB quite a bit. But I've missed you in the blogosphere!

Blessings on you & yours,
Kathleen