Raining Stuff

I was thinkin that it would be kinda fun to have a trebuchet or a full-blown catapult in my backyard.  I've got room for one (just barely) and a nice high fence that would keep the neighbors from watching the fun.

And if I were bored or had something that I really wanted to get rid of, I'd just load it on the catapult, wind it up, and away it would go.

High above the neighbor's houses, landing maybe even blocks away.  Maybe even many blocks.

And no one would have any idea where it came from or how it got there.  Like mannequins from heaven, as the Bible says.  One of those mysteries that you hear about - odd stories in the news about raining frogs or blue oxen or what-have-you.

In my case, it would be my kitchen garbage.  Or perhaps bags of kitty litter.  Things like that.  Bag 'em up tight, and away it goes!

The neighbor boys leave their toys in my front yard again - zing!  And away the toys would go, one at a time. 

"Bye, bye, Tranformers!  Bye, bye, Power Rangers!"

Or maybe...that cat that comes over and poops in my yard.  If I can catch the thing.  That would teach him.

Of course, you'd want to make sure that nothing you slung outta yer back yard was gonna land on someone's head.  That would be bad.  You don't want to be the guy who dropped an annoying neighborhood poodle on some fella's grape from several blocks away.  The cops would most likely get serious about looking for you then, anyway.

Nobody wants to hurt anyone like that - and it would suck to go to prison for it, too.

"What are you in for?  I shot seventeen people who abused small pets."

"Um, I shot a poodle on a catapult over several blocks and it landed on some lady and smooshed her."

"Come here poodle-boy, you got a purty mouth."

See, that would be no fun at all.

So I guess the catapult idea is out.

Keep Pluggin',

Wiggy