So I was just going to bed, down in the kitchen preparing the evening meal for the sugar gliders, when I heard a weird noise I couldn't identify coming from the front yard. I was walking over to the kitchen window to take a look when a very loud explosion occured. It sounded like an M80 or something at very close range. I assumed that the first sound I had heard was the fuse burning.

I go upstairs to feed the gliders, and as soon as I get up there, I see a car drive by out the window, and hear something land in the yard... and then another explosion. The car was heading away from the dead end of our street and by the time I could have gotten back outside it would have been long gone, so I didn't go flying after it. It was too dark to tell anything about the vehicle other than it was a sedan.

I went outside with a flashlight to find out what it was, and found Maria (other half of the duplex) out there with her daughter. We found two torn apart and very wet 1/2 liter water bottles. No other sign of disturbance, so presumably this was the old dry ice in a bottle, add water, cap, throw [fast] routine.

assholes.

Maria had called the police and a cop showed up about 5 minutes later, but of course there wasn't much he could do for us. He did say that he had heard both explosions from the police station, which isn't exactly next door. The fact that both bombs had arrived in Maria's side of the yard and that there didn't seem to be any other explosions happening anywhere else (apparently you can hear these things from over a mile away, and I've had my windows open all evening) leads me to believe that these are acquaintances of Maria's high school daughter. [grumble grumble]

Maybe the same winners that TP'd the shit out of Maria's tree earlier this spring.

yeah thanks.

Anyway now it's midnight and I've still got a bunch of adrenaline and my stomach is doing it's loud noises thing, which I love. ugh.