A whinge and a sprayer

[bunsen_h]

The creatures who work for Weed Man are presumptively Epsilon-Minus Semi-Morons.  Or they wouldn't work at spraying toxic chemicals all over the place.

They are demonstrably illiterate.  Or they wouldn't have sprayed their crap all over my lawns last autumn, because they would have read the street sign right by my driveway, and would have gone looking for the correct street a block and a half away.  Several of my friends and colleagues have had similar problems with them: stubborn attempts to spray where they are not merely unwanted but abhorred.

So how do I keep these damn kids off my lawn?

Also, the creatures who work for Springmaster are the worst infestation of street spammers this city has seen in years.  Possibly ever.  I don't want them around either.

Comments

[beable]

Is it so wrong to be sad that violence is not the answer?

I think embedding some sort of spray-sensitive trigger in your lawn (an Agatha-worthy creation of subtlety and genius) that redirect the spray back at the creatures themselves might learn them a thing oor two about double-checking their welcome.

Either that or it would eliminate them from the gene pool. Either way, it's a win, right?

[bunsen-h.livejournal.com]

Arson is probably farther than I want to go, though there would be useful chemicals stockpiled at their site for convenient application. But though it would be effective, there's some chance that I'd get into trouble for it.