I like your typo, "treadjackal". Cause that's exactly what they do. Come in here and tread all over the place and then leave their filthy mess behind.
Seems we had a bright day of peace, followed by a later afternoon of jakes and janes jumping in for a whack to two.
Coincidental with no verdict and the jury in for a long haul. The "we already know he did it!" herd of jackals misses the juicy Westerfield bones they expected to be tossed as a weekend starting treat. Too bad for them. But they does love to bark!