Host(a)ile?

[lydamorehouse]

 On Thursday morning, Shawn and I were headed out to take her to work when I noticed that someone had flung a number of the books out of our Little Free Library. They didn't destroy them, but they were on the ground... in a pile of shredded hosta leaves? Did the person fling the books out because they hated them and then stomped on them so hard they ripped up the hosta??

Then, the next day, I'm taking garbage out when I notice that, in our backyard, someone has broken our "Sit a Spell" bench. It normally sits under our downstairs bathroom window. Around the broken remains, someone had left a Minnesota Wild jersey, both pair of shoes (tennis shoes of some variety), and a gatorade bottle full of... some substance, though it was at least BLUE, so probably not pee? 

And a ripped up hosta.

Someone's psychosis really does not like hosta.

Comments

[lydamorehouse]

I honestly appreciate all of your concerns, but this sort of thing is a fairly regular occurrence in my neighborhood. If I forget to lock my car, it is always rifled through, etc. I live in Midway, right near Snelling and University. I don't need school being back in session for an uptick in crime. There is a homeless camp within walking distance of my house, a methadone clinic, and three or four halfway houses. It's just where I live, alas.

This one was notable because of the hosta.

But the police would laugh at us, like they did when someone destroyed our mailbox when we first moved in--which, btw, is actually a federal crime. But, they were like, "Mmmm, uh huh, I need to get to the shooting two blocks way, okay?"

And, at this point we cleaned up all the evidence. It went away with the garbage truck this morning.

[bibliofile]

Oh, right, yeah, nevermind.