Our yard was doing fine until this morning. I heard a car crash occurring outside...I'll try to get pictures, you guys, because it's just...yeah. My DH is absolutely beside himself. My theoretical reconstruction of events:
Trashy female gets high.
TF attempts to park on our block. (She seems to have lived at the crummy rental DH calls "the juke joint" a couple of houses down.)
Because she is high, TF hits the gas instead of the brake as she pulls in.
Totals the neighbor's car, pushing it against the next car and damaging it too.
Goes up over the sidewalk and up over our shrubs and then back through the shrubs and onto the sidewalk, coming to rest against a telephone pole and a street tree.
Gets hauled off to the hospital. Police report she had a joint in her purse, a screwdriver to open the car trunk with, and no auto insurance. She wasn't wearing a seatbelt either, of course, and had a dandy cut on her face.
My darling DH will have to re-stack the rock wall, but I really don't think the damage extends beyond a bag of dirt, some grass seed, and a yew or two.
Sorry to tease you all, but will try for photos tomorrow. It's five o'clock and wild horses won't keep DH at work any longer.
MKD







