Do you know what that is? A bullet hole. In the side of our house. And we don't have just one--we have two holes in that side of our house. So not only do we somehow live in the vortex of wanderers, but we also seem to live in a redneck ghetto. Our house is in an actual neighborhood--not alone in the middle of the woods. But we do live off Guinea Road and, according to Chesapeake Bay Woman, can mean trouble.
The holes in my house piss me off, but not nearly as much as thinking our kids could have been playing outside at the time those bullets hit our house. If I ever catch any hunters close to our house with their guns pulled, they won't have shots big enough to stop this mama bear...
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