Thread: Keeping kids out of my yard

Originally Posted by mhailey

Okay, missed the part about the wiffle ball.

how about this. evertime they play, demand that as a part of playing in your yard you get to join them, and then play full contact.

Level the little suckers.

That would work. Unless they are bigger than you are.

Kids are a lot bigger now than when I was a kid.

Originally Posted by Jimbo

I do like the idea of re-landscaping the backyard to be less like a playing field. But if you do it with plants they might get trampled...


James.

then you have damaged property to show the parents and a greater liklyhood of them doing something if they are afraid you'll keep bugging them and maybe making them pay for new plants.

You could complain vocally at your housewarming about how restrictive those new child predator laws are maybe even hint at the dent they put in your social life.

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Hemingway was not being facetious. He was spot on.

Seriously, have you thought about introducing the kids to Str8 razor shaving? Give them several to experiment with. Their parents will probably never let them play in your yard again!

Originally Posted by mhailey

I would be careful with the dogs. If you get a dog that looks mean, acts mean, ..., and you bought it to intimidate the children, and then it bites one of them, you will probably be in real trouble. This house you just worked so hard in obtaining will now belong to that little kid.

(i make no comment on particulare breeds of dogs, and don't want to be called a dogbiggot)

Here's an amusing solution to the "mean looking dog" problem. What Doberman???

Oh, and I love the claymore!

Joe

I hear that the folks in Berlin have some spare wall they're not using right now ...

...What a hoot!!!


-whatever

-Lou

Just real nicely, go outside and tell the kids that; since they like your yard so much, you're fixing to mow the grass and clean up and will be needing volunteers to help. They'll take off like scalded cats!
Ernest