Someone asked about hearing what they thought were shots fired yesterday at such and such a time.
I believe I heard them and it actually sounded like oversized fireworks to me and I honestly posted that.
What I considered doing is something along these lines.
Don't worry about it. Nobody's shooting. One of the kids down the street found a couple of Bangalore torpedoes his grandfather brought back from WW2.
The kid asked me if I thought they were still good so I told him how to hook up the electric blasting caps to a long wire and touch the ends to a car battery.
I guess they proved to be still good which is fine because now he'll keep out of trouble for a while by filling in the craters in the back yard.
Frankly I was tempted but I am already on thin ice on Nextdoor.
Gee! I wonder if the 500 pound blockbuster I saw in an old barn somewhere works! Maybe I'll hit the end with a hammer and find out!
Reminds me of the sign someone gave me.
They developed a former WW2 training site a while ago and the developer posted signs in the woods areas that said something like: Danger! Former military training site. UXO may be present. If you find something mark it, leave the area dial 911 and notify the authorities.
I was told the idiot Karens that moved in thought the signs were ugly and demanded they be removed.
I always wonder if they would change their minds any if their kid brought home a dud mortar round or grenade.
Then again they probably wouldn't know what it is and they'd likely throw it into the backyard fire pit.
I put the sign up in my backyard because kids were stealing the 550 paracord from my ham radio antennas.
When a cop showed up and asked me about it I told him to find out who complained and tell her to keep her damned kid out of my yard.
It's always a good thing when Karen outs herself.
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