This means war

Again, there is a treehouse on the tree trail. This time, with a "gate" contrived at the path into the trees, presumably to keep the grounds staff from entering to remove it.

I have plans, already, for when I get back from mom's. They involve a chemical called Bee-Gone, and predator urine, and all the other smelly but nontoxic things I can find to paint that damn tree with. (Figuring that if pulling the constructions down won't make the brats go somewhere else, maybe making the area unpleasant to be in will.)

Have I mentioned how much I dislike the people in Johnson County? And especially their children? I have way too many things to do, especially with Courtney on leave, than to clean up after some Johnson County princess's perfect children.