"The fuck do you think you are doing?" My voice made the intruder look up, coming nose to nose with the barrel of my AR. From the way the color drained from the sinner's already pale face, I could tell he wasn't anticipating getting caught.
While my uninvited guest was acting like a deer caught in the headlights, I looked over his shoulder. Several of my cannabis plants, including my only Lavender Jones plant, were hacked down and in the process of being stuffed into garbage bags. A low snarl rumbled in my throat, and I debated just shooting the little bastard. This was Hell after all.
"I'm going to give you to the count of three to run," I said, lowering the AR. As if broken from a trance, the sinner bolted. I watched as he dashed through the door with the now-busted lock.
Rolling my eyes, I sauntered over to the open doorway. The yard was dark, but I could see the faint outline of the ten foot tall barbed wire fence. I wondered how he had managed to crawl over it without ripping his pants or breaking his arm.
Watching the figure of the sinner run across the yard, I called out, "Ki-ki-ki-ki!"
He may have made it across the yard once, but no one got past my tiger twice.
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