I used to live in a very urban neighborhood before I could save up enough money to flee the area. This approx 10 yr old kid who knew better, opened his fly and peed like an animal on my front flower bed.
I came out and told him he could have asked to use my bathroom or walked one block to his mom/auntie’s house where he lived. I added “only dogs pee on lawns”
He went back and told his auntie that I called him a dog. It was ON! His big ol’ welfare queen auntie showed up at my doorstep and it immediately became a race thing.
After explaining what I had actually said, I closed the door and stated “We’ll just have to agree to disagree then.”
She ranted and raved and told me this was “her neighborhood” and my front lawn was public property (it wasn’t). Told me I could move anytime I wanted to (nope, I actually OWNED the house, silly me) whilst she was a lifetime Section 8 renter.
By the next year I had saved up enough money to get the hell out. Ended up renting out my old house because frankly, no one would buy it for what I owed on it. The whole “hood” threw rocks at our moving van as we pulled out of the driveway. Nice send off.
I honestly believe I saved my children’s future by doing so.
What if you had said cats?