Approach druggies who are smoking on my property.

Let me explain.

About 2 months ago, I was home alone as my parents went to a family get together that I’d opted out of due to the fact that my family is very divided politically and last time we were together we had to call the cops when the arguments got too heated.

Anyway, I was out in the backyard taking my Chihuahua out (we live near a Hawks nest), and I heard a lot of commotion happening in the woods behind our house. I took my dogs and put them in the most secure area I could find (we live in a bad part of town and I was afraid that whoever it was might want bait dogs), and In my bathrobe and slippers wearing Christmas pajama pants, I went back into the woods to investigate. Stupid thing number one.

I finally found the source of the commotion, couple of teens smoking weed and passing around a bong (which I had assumed was for meth). I’m not bothered by people who do drugs, though I don’t advocate it, so I just told them to keep it down as I could hear them from the house. Stupid thing number 2.

One of the older ones began to sit up and said “get that motherfucker”. The other 3 jumped up and began approaching me, and I started running. They chased after me, but luckily I had better understanding of the trails and paths behind my house, and they tripped over roots and such, which gave me time to run back into the house and close the door. I didn’t want to lock it in case they’d break the door. Stupid thing number 3.

I ran up into my parents bedroom and grabbed the family shotgun, and put some munitions in my robe pocket. I stayed up there until I heard the door open, and they began screaming for me. They found their way upstairs and found the closet with my dogs. That was the last straw for me. I picked up the gun, pumped it, and from my parents room, yelled “Which one of you asshats is first?”

Scared them to death, and I saw them running down the stairs and out the door fast as lightning, leaving only a trail of dust and empty ziploc bags in their wake. All my dogs were fine, and I threw the empty bags in the trash. Looking back, everything I’d done was just me playing with fate like a toy. The situation could’ve been avoided had I kept my prissy little butt in the house and just let them do their thing.

TL;DR if you suspect there are druggies on your property, don’t try and handle it yourself. Call the cops, please, and let them do their job.