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?”