As I was taking out the garbage this morning, I noticed something strange, laying in the grass. When I got a little closer, I realized that it was a frickin arrow. Apparently, our neighbor from across the alley has been doing a little target practice… and we’re in the line of fire!
This guy has been a nuisance since day one. I think he is some kind of city dwelling, neo-hillbilly. No offence against any neo-hillbillies. I like hillbillies, as long as they are not shooting arrows at me.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Last year, my landlord found a crossbow bullet in our front yard. He told me that he went and talked with the guy, but I guess he failed to get his point across.
I don’t know this guy’s name, so for clarity’s sake, we will call him ‘Billy Bob.’ Billy Bob sets up his targets so that he is basically shooting at our back yard. He uses a compound bow and a crossbow, both of which are deadly weapons. Anyone who knows us, knows that we don’t have a problem with weapons. I think everyone should be armed with something. We live in a dangerous world. What I do have a problem with though is people that are irresponsible and reckless with their weapons. Billy Bob lives in a state that has thousand of acres of uninhabited wilderness, in which he could hone his archery skills, but instead he chooses to do so in a densely populated area.
When I was showing Denice the arrow, she told me about how she once observed Billy Bob skinning a dear in his back yard. And that’s fine. Hunting is necessary activity in preserving the deer population, which has a tendency to over populate if they are not kept in check. Well, she went on to tell me that when his wife and daughter came outside and approached him, he yelled at the to, “Get the F@$%! away from me!” Needless to say, I have no respect for a man who would speak to his loved ones that way.
Bottom line, if our landlord doesn’t deal with this guy, I will. And if I find another arrow in our yard… someone’s going to get one stuck where the sun doesn’t shine.
Here we have the Canis Familiaris, or Common House Beagle. Chester is one of our furry babies. Denice rescued him off of the street years before we met. He was emaciated and near death. When she took him to the vet, he advised her to have him put to sleep, but she didn’t give up on him.
