At the base of the main, front stairwell was a large pool of cat litter;
- It traveled down the last two stairs;
- It continued down the sidewalk
- The culprit paused in front of the rock garden, and left a plant food packet (the kind the florist gives to put in a vase);
- The trail of cat litter continued down the sidewalk;
- It meandered over the parking lot, to the side of the dumpster enclosure;
- It ended inside the enclosure.
Who in the middle of the night, would waste a 1–2 bags of cat litter to painstakingly pour out a trail 3¬4” wide and 50’ long?
Since I had spent 2 days working in the rock garden, under the feature wall, the florist plant food packet left there, perhaps was a message for me?
Was this the work of the Infamous Garden Grinch who has been ripping plants out, and who has been seen planting cigarette butts in the gardens and flowerpots?
Later, several of us were standing at the end of the driveway, chatting and laughing, someone from the back of the parking lot, up on the third floor demanded that we stop talking about her.
Really, as your name was NOT mentioned and you were more than 50’ away, could not possible hear the conversation, one has to wonder about your guilt.
My reply: “I don’t take orders from you,” and we all walked away, still laughing.
Guilt confirmed. Someone needs to get over themselves, get a job, get a grip, and get a life.
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