I got home last night before the Mrs. and Jr. and so not to waste even a minute of my day. I got busy with my quest to catch the punks in action. I even went to the trouble of putting out an irresistible gargoyle and splicing it into the main line of my security system, (which really just consists of tying one string to the main one). I had my camera in hand waiting patiently. Like a spider waiting for a fly. My pulse quickening at the sound of approaching troublemakers on bikes. Well after about 45 seconds of this, I go in to read. Still very aware of my surroundings mind you. I hear a motorcycle that roars by and then nothing, that’s when the alarm sounds only its a vigorous shaking, like I actually caught one of these hoodlums. I grab my camera and head out the door. I round the bushes moving quickly but silently towards the gate, when to my surprise, the gate begins to open! I think YES! they’re coming in and making it that much easier on me, stupid punks!
Instead, its my wisenhiemer wife and kid playing a cruel joke on me. She pulled the string to see what I would do, I think she was a little surprised that I was right there camera in hand as she came through the gate. Maybe a little surprised and concerned for my mental wellbeing. Nonetheless, judging by the nearly uncontrollable burst of laughter, she was having a great time at my expense. I have to admit, if it wasn’t me it would’ve been hilarious, but it was so its NOT!
More later.
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Still laughing about it. I especially enjoyed the flash bulb as the gate opened. Those punks were lucky they didn't try anything.
-K
Hope you catch the "real" vandles! In the mean time keep practicing on those other people who try to fool you.
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