Punks

Around 6:30PM yesterday, while I'm entrtaining Magda at work, I got a call from three of my neighbors informing me that someone drove a golf cart through my back yard fence. And Rose had gotten out, but David across the street got her. And who knows where Homer is.

So I headed home and found Homer still in the back yard (good boy!). After putting him in the bedroom, I headed across the street to pick up Rose and learned that the cops have the perps down in the parking lot.

It turns out that some (five?) kids stole a golf cart from an apartment complex down the street, spray-painted "Chosen One" on its hood (WTF?) and spent the afternoon joyriding around the neighborhood and steeling misc. stuff. And they endded the whole thing by driving through my privacy fence and crashing into an Austin Energy transformer that sits there. Apparently it didn't take the police very long to track them down.

So now I'll have to wait for Austin Energy to fix their transformer which got moved a little and is leaking oil (although our electricity didn't get affected). And then I'll have to get the fence fixed -- although we really should replace the whole thing.

I really hope that those punks got a good dose of poison ivy that grows over the section of the fence they busted through...