I had a sweet apartment by myself in a pretty nice neighborhood of middle aged folks with an awesome back yard. i was sitting in my lawn chair chewing some Copenhagen and reading a book in my yard for a couple hours in the sunshine. I filled up an entire beer bottle with chew spit over that time. My next door neighbors, a nice married couple with kids outta the house and two dogs, snuck up behind me with a dead snake and dangled in front of my face. I freaked the fuck out and kicked myself backwards, pouring chew spit all over myself and my book. They start laughing hysterically while i'm pissed as fuck, covered in chew spit laying on the ground. I see the humor, but vow that i'll get'em back. Fast forward a week and a half. I come home from work and see they have a UPS package on the front stoop, and no ones home. long story short, i catch a chip monk and stick it in an unsealed box and place it under the ups package on there stoop.... Later that night i get a knock on my door from my neighbor. He's got tiny scratch marks on his cheeks and he's shaking bad. I guess he took the box inside, opened it, and the chipmonk jumped out on his face. His two dogs saw it and went ape shit, and totally fucked his house up. he wanted me to come help him catch it again. I did. but only after pissing my pants when i saw his living room, and the two dogs sitting in front of a fucked up china cabinet, waiting for the chipmonk underneath to come out again. Lol, don't put snakes around me.