I’m sitting here at my desk this morning, enjoying a lovely breeze with the window open, when I hear a KRAK on the wall. I look out to see three little boys, probably third and fourth grade, throwing rocks at the window.

They were not expecting to see my head pop up in the window, so two of them ran away instantly, while the sociopathic older one pointed in their direction and said, “They did it.”

“I saw you do it,” I said through the open window. “I took your picture.”