Neighbor On Whose Property Sits the Giant Oak reports to Hemingway today that there's been some 'stalker' or 'creep' hanging around their property. Just hanging. Chain smoking. And broke into their camper and took some stuff. Neighbors have two teen girls. Called the city police out. Piles of butts, some footprints, but no clear clue and no trail to follow (easy, he walked in on the road and the driveway, duh). They have a security system that got a pic of him, but not his face.
What does Creepazoid want? One of the girls? One of the fantastic dogs? A car? Stuff to pawn for drug money? Food? Psychiatric care? Medicine? I don't know.
What I do know is that the New House Rule is Lock the Doors and Cars. Which, this close to nowhere, we have Never Done Before unless collectively out of town.
Fuck off Creepazoid!! Or walk up in the day time and ask for some help. You'll get it. We're good folks around this pond. But, stop creeping us out, dude. OK?
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