Punks.

I went to pick up Bailey from Joe's parents house this afternoon. I played with Bailey in the backyard for about 10 minutes then we headed out to the car to go home. We were greeted by this:

I wasn't sure whether to be mad or not? I was in awe. I had 2 scenarios play in my head:

1. The little weasels were hiding somewhere in the bushes snickering at me. I see them, chase them down and tackle one of them.
2. I follow the trail of silly string to their home and then I do what? Call them all big meanies?

In the end, the driveby silly string attack wasn't all that hard to clean up and certainly spiced up the day!