Slamming down a glass bottle in front of my driveway from a speeding vehicle under cover of darkness didn’t make me move last year, or the year before, or the year before that, etc.
The jarringly loud, malicious act reinforces my decision that I was right to choose to live on a busy street, where slowing down to stalk could get a bad guy injured by an oncoming car … it’s pretty hard to stay anonymous with another car attached to your back bumper.
The glass doesn’t look much like glass in the photo below. I’m obviously not very handy with my smart phone. My neighbor had a good laugh over what I went through to get a halfway decent shot of my night blooming cactus. Maybe I’ll be out trying to get a better shot of the cactus when the Glass Ass comes by again. Perhaps my first good photo will be of a license plate.