My mother-in-law, who was having problems with dogs getting into her front garden and using it as a convenience, used to carefully place large tacks sharp end up in the grass, hoping that they would tread on one and then think very carefully about returning. I only discovered this when I was asked to cut the lawn and remove and replace the nails as I progressed - nightmare.
On one of our favourite walks near the old place, someone used to capture offending material in plastic bags and leave it hanging on fence posts. If nature had had it's way it would have disappeared very quickly but as it was, there were garishly coloured bags everywhere you looked and they really began to smell after a few days.
Surrounding the gated community, it's all brick walkways. Someone is going along with a piece of chalk, drawing a circle around any offending piles; luckily they [the piles] are very far and few between.
The terrible Goddess and I had an executive meeting and we decided that we would start putting chalk circles round people that we found offensive. I can't tell you what sort of people we find offensive, as it might be offensive and I certainly don't want to be chalked myself. Let me just say that they might be the sort of people who, if you told them not to move from the chalk circle, wouldn't.
(It's a nice idea but it's not very practical ; it would quickly become impossible to walk along the street in a straight line. Lo, TG Ed.)
Obviously I agree that dog poo should be cleared up by the owners of the critters but I LOVE the reactions of some people when it isn't.
Penfold should approve. All the above is factual - he doesn't like his father telling 'porkies', which is a shame...
"Porkies" [transatlantic translation] cockney rhyming slang: pork pies - lies
Exciting news - I've managed to capture a photograph of my knob which I will publish tomorrow after I've buffed it up a bit!
