Yup, if I were to sit on my porch, this would likely happen. However, my twist on this scenarios is that I am usually standing, having just innocently answered my doorbell.
Remind me to post about the three people who confronted me, all at once, one night, on my porch after I answered the door. I was physically menaced (I prefer to do the menacing, thank you very much. I am very good at emotional menacing. I am going to darken my eyebrows and put in fangs the next time I answer the doorbell. I wear black pretty often.) Here is a teaser of that soon-to-be-posted post: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdYas_8EDZM. Wes Craven stole from me.
In the meanwhile, sit back and feel my pain.
Staplegun. Bringing me one step closer to hermit-hood.
My next house:
Notice no eyes.
