If you check out my blog and search for Mr. Lee and “clapping” you’ll see a whole piece on the errant feline and Mr. Lee’s threats to have him terminated by the Orkin man. It was a riot, but we try to keep Tiger in now. It doesn’t always work.
That was funny! I used to dream about walking over to my nextdoor neighbor’s fence with a hamburger and a bread knife and eliminating their dratted barking lab, but my neighbor was a police officer and I’d have been caught, I’m sure. Then we moved.
You could have told Mr. Lee to take a trowel (tlower?) and turn it under, and it’s fertilizer!
I hope your niece is okay, too.