We had some vandalism done to our new vinyl fence tonight.  After I’d ranted, raved, and cussed at whoever did it, I told Dear Hubby they were lucky that I hadn’t caught them in the act. 

     Don’t forget I write murder mysteries.  I came up with a hundred or so ways they’d pay for their intrusion into our lives.  None of them was very nice but all of them were quite imaginative.  For example, there was the one idea I tossed out of using the damaged pickets in a certain spot to turn the vandals into popsicles.  However, most weren’t that nice.

     The police came and made a report because the damage was enough to warrant one.

     Dear Hubby can’t do the repairs needed on the fencing and I am handy but with the colder weather closing in, this repair isn’t going to be easy.  At least with warm weather I could bend the new pickets enough to place them into the fence without damaging them.  I’m not so sure now.  We could call the fencing company and have them do it but the second month it was up we had some minor car damage to the fence and it took them several weeks to show up.

     It’s too bad that I didn’t catch the idiots.  One thing I would’ve done was make their lives miserable for a while.  This was intentional damage, done without the least care as to how it affected us.  Worst of all this was probably done as a lark, by kids-oh, look at me!  See what I can do! 

     Now, my dogs can’t run loose in the yard until the fence is fixed.  Gavin and Patty will not be amused.