A couple of nights ago somebody drove through our yard, hitting the neighbor's mailbox and real estate sign in the process. The really funny thing about it was the timing. The instant (at 6 a.m.) that the loud crash happened, I was trying to lift Princess Tillamina Buttermilk off my stomach so I could get up to go the bathroom. She got spooked and went straight up, using my hands for anchor points on her lift off. So for damages, we had a scared cat (she has since recovered), my poor hands with two nice claw marks on each hand (between the fingers) and four ruts in the yard (they turned around and drove back across the yard instead of driving on through), plus a replanted rosebush.
Spring Hill's finest came out and took a look. We filed a report for the neighbors (who are in Florida trying to sell their house here). It wasn't exactly CSI, so I don't expect a lot of results.
We lucked out in that they didn't cause a lot of damage or hit the house or any of the utilities. They even missed the water meter cover.
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