Why can’t people understand that occasionally the police are going to kick their front doors down by mistake every now and then? Sheesh.
I’d laugh at that if weren’t so close to the truth.
Funny thing is, if they kick my front door down, they wind up in a little 6’ x 3’ “dog trot” with two ~more~ doors to kick down...both of which are surplus steel prison doors hubby was given when he was the MCI welder.
And I can see what’s happening at the front door from my sofa.
So much for ~their~ ‘element of surprise’.
If they choose “Door #1”, they’ll find me, guns, dogs and 13 Boas and Pythons because my snake room is right through that door.
It’s a funny mental picture, isn’t it?
“SURPRISE!!”
[”I die laughing”!]
;D