Got a call from my dad while I was at work saying that a ladder and some material were stolen from the house I'm working on. The house is next door to his house and those ladders have sat unlocked in the same spot for a couple decades without anyone ever touching them until now.
So I'm at work furious about being stolen from even though it's partially my fault but I come up with a plan two words....BOOBY...trap. I have a milwaukee tool bag, a couple burnt up 12v ryobi tools, a baby that poops in diapers and a yard of cat poop. I'm so tempted to fill up the bag with the other supplies, leave it in the front yard and have the neighbor move his camera for my viewing pleasure.
On the grown up side of things I chained the ladders together and to a steel post...and threw some gloves on and collected cat poop to spread around the ladders since I'm a 12y/o at heart.
Guess the neighborhood is catching up with the rest of marion
So I'm at work furious about being stolen from even though it's partially my fault but I come up with a plan two words....BOOBY...trap. I have a milwaukee tool bag, a couple burnt up 12v ryobi tools, a baby that poops in diapers and a yard of cat poop. I'm so tempted to fill up the bag with the other supplies, leave it in the front yard and have the neighbor move his camera for my viewing pleasure.
On the grown up side of things I chained the ladders together and to a steel post...and threw some gloves on and collected cat poop to spread around the ladders since I'm a 12y/o at heart.
Guess the neighborhood is catching up with the rest of marion