A few nights back, while we were watching tv in the living room, we heard a loud bang like something hit our patio door and the curtains swayed a bit maybe from the force of the hit.
I looked at B and him, me. Zareef looked at us both as asked "What's that Mummy?"
I in return, asked B "What's that Daddy?"
To which, B nonchalantly replied "Must be the wind. It's freaking howling out there."
So, we left it there.
The next morning, after returning from work, B told me not to allow Zareef to play in the garden. "Why?" , I asked.
Instead of answering, he showed me through the patio glass. This is what I saw...
The loud bang that we heard last night was actually a brick being thrown at our patio door and with it was a plastic full of shit!! I don't know what shit it was but I have a strong feeling that it was dog's shit.
I am absofcukinglutely mad at the person who did this loathsome act. B and I have a strong hunch that it must have been the job of yobs. I don't care that they tarnished my patio door but what if Zareef was playing outside at that moment and the brick hit him instead of the door?
So whoever you are who threw the brick at my patio door, may you have stinking dog shit coming out from your nostrils and your hands grew bricks so heavy that you are unable to wipe them off!!
B took a few pictures of the incident for record purposes. If it happens again, we'll lodge a police report with enough evidence to incriminate the wrongdoers.