Learned the hard way stealing watermelons from a field ... BOOM ooo ... owwwww .... ooo ... owwwww ... ain’t you got any sympathy Mom?
Nope, keep dunkin!
LOL
In the town where I grew up, we had an old lady who lived alone, with no electricity, out on what was then the edge of town (Today, if her house was still there, my brother could see it from his deck). She was called “Bloody Mary”. The college kids harassed her all the time. She went with the rock salt. At first. Eventually shifted to shooting out their car or spot lights with a .22.
She really was not a bad old gal. Actually was a friend of my Dad’s family, neighbor to the “old home place” where my Great Uncle lived. I met her once when Dad gave her a ride “into town” when I was along.
But the shotgun was only loaded with rock salt for the kids. Apparently before she went to bed, she loaded it up with something more appropriate for repelling boarders. One cold night, a transient, read BUM, broke into her house, probably thinking it abandoned and empty. Well I should say he tried to break in. Got the kitchen window at the bottom of the stairs open and was climbing in, when she literally blew his fool head off. Unhinged the old gal somewhat. Her family moved her to a rest home after that. Her great niece and great nephew were in my university AFROTC detachment, as well as having gone to my high school before that.
Search on “Bloody Mary” “Lincoln Nebraska” for the story, it’s out there.