What's a girl to do? I sauntered over to the computer, looked up a number and called in the Law. That's right, I did. If I live in an area suburban enough that we were told "no" when asked if we could shoot a darn snake in our backyard, then goose torment by BB gun should be forbidden as well. I have to tell you that I took great satisfaction at peering through my window and watching those two forlorn boys, arms hanging scared at their sides, nod reverently at Mr. Policeman as he gave them what appeared to be a fairly stern ten minute lecture.
I think I may have become Mrs. McCluskey.