I thought I felt a little earthquake this morning, and I did! A little microquake of 2.7 about 4 miles away.
Recently, I’ve had to start yelling at some kids around here.
Yesterday, two kids were in the gangway shooting what I think were BBs at either my or my neighbor’s window unit. I spied them from my back porch and commenced yelling at them: Don’t run through here shooting that in my yard! To which the kids looked up, scared, and said okay. When they started to run off, I yelled: And close that gate! Because I hate open gates as much as I hate open drawers and cabinet doors. The kids closed the gate and took off.
This evening, there were older kids playing with the same gun, which didn’t seem to having anything in it at the moment. As I walked out to my car, I KNEW that they were going to shoot at my car when I drove off. To me, it doesn’t matter if a gun has anything in it or not, or if it’s a BB gun or an airgun or a cap gun, it’s the intention behind the action that I can’t stomach. So, yes, the kid shot as I drove away, I threw the car in reverse, rolled down the window, and yelled: DON’T DO THAT AGAIN!
The kids and I went back in forth a couple of times:
Kids: But there’s nothing in it!
Me: I don’t care! Don’t shoot it at me!
I was hoping that the kids were still outside when I got home so that we could have a conversation about this, but they weren’t there.
I mean, I don’t like kids pointing anything at me and shooting. But, the larger issue is their safety. There are people on our street and larger neighborhood with REAL guns, and they aren’t afraid to use them. I’m worried that one of these kids is going to mess with the wrong person.
I really don’t want to see that happen.