Hehehe... nothing says "go away" quite like blowing some double-ought buckshot through the front door, from the inside, and *leaving* the holes. :-)
Except maybe the tracks of tennis shoes in some dark red paint limping and stumbling down the front steps...
I love the writing on the door to my barn... wonder if anyone noticed it when they were here...
"Trespasers will be seriously injurd"
It was precious, I had to leave it.
Like the "God's house" on the doorbell nameplate. How could I take that down?
<getting DaBear to lean against the railing of my brand-new Hobbit Hole virtual deck>
<making a tape outline> <making a nice dark red paint trail>
Sweet atmospherics!
Join me for a drink?