Turtle Thief: It’s a wonder I don’t shoot someone
Yesterday when I got home from work, I was out back doing some target practice with a bale of hay and my bow.
A neighborhood kid who is about 15 years old came over to just hang out I guess. A lot of the neighborhood kids do that, or used to, but thankfully they are growing up and hardly home. I bitch about them quite a bit, because some of them are complete brats, and others have stolen egg money from us before.
He had a little box with him, but I didn’t think anything of it. He watched me shoot my bow for a bit, talked with me and my dad for a bit. I went inside when I was done, and he stayed outside with my dad. While my dad was sitting in the tree swing, the boy asked to go take a look at our turtles, apparently he has some sort of turtle obsession.
Well the bastard apparently stole one of them, as now we only have two. Right there under our nose, while we’re both home. What kind of fucking nerve is that? You better believe I’m going to chase his ass off the property next time I see him.
My dad had two of the other neighborhood teens stop by and give us the guys phone number. But goddamn. I can’t stand thieves, I really can’t. Especially when all of these fuckers are rich and my dad and I are barely getting by.
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2 Responses to “Turtle Thief: It’s a wonder I don’t shoot someone”
April 26th, 2007 at 2:50 am
Oh, how I hate thieves! Thank goodness you didn’t shoot him, or you couldn’t rant about it.
April 28th, 2007 at 11:15 pm
What a dumb kid. Raise hell girl! That is so stupid.