I want to take video, but you can’t just film a neighbor’s house and yard; that’s the kind of thing that gets the cops called.

One of them just stopped and eyeballed me — apparently they don’t like spectators?

Oh! One bit the other, and it kinda screamed. That’s a foul. Or … a moving violation? Penalty? Whatever you sportos call it.

Update — the neighbors are probably wondering why I am smiling and waving at the space beneath their car.  Hell, the groundhogs are probably wondering.  Little fat dude’s giving me a look like, “Yeah?  Do we know you?”