Years ago when I lived in a townhouse complex in Tucson there was a rash of burglary’s strung it up in the back yard second night we woke to what sounded like a mashed cat . The thief was caught had one in the cheek one under his arm just above the elbow and one in the rib cage. Called the po po they thought it was quite funny turned out the dirt bag had a long list of arrests he left with three treble hooks still in those barbed hooks are a bitch . I have no sympathy for a thief .
I wish I could like that one a second time. Way to go
I have a friend with a scrap yard. Assholes kept coming over the back fence stealing shit.
One time he put nails in some rubber mats, sticking up of course.
Came in after the weekend to find a pair of shoes and a trail of blood back over the fence.
Slowed the assholes down, at least for a while.
