^ I have a plastic piece of poop. I also have ziploc baggies with a cockroach printed on it that I sometimes transfer people’s sandwiches to.
Right not I’m planning a response to a prank. While I was at Yellowstone, my sister was house-sitting and booby-trapped my refrigerator with 5 basting trays of super bouncy balls tied to the door – luckily Michele noticed the strange weight, and peeked, so the prank didn’t work. Won’t keep me from seeking pay-back, however.
(We do this whenever one of us is out of town. My last one on her was police tape across her property, fake bullet holes in the garage door, and a chalk outline of a body. Her neighbors called the police wanting to know who was killed.)