Yesterday morning, we walked outside to find someone had taken some bricks from the brick path we installed in the parkway.
Not just one, but four actually – two at either end. Liz has a hunch that they were nice bricks, with some kind of insignia/logo on them.
We can find replacements, but it feels like a crap thing to do. I really wish I could have caught whoever did this.
A part of me feels like this is karmic retribution, for something I did while in college. As an undergrad, I went out with four other house mates and we grabbed a set of stepping stones from a nearby apartment complex… and put them in our front yard. Feels like this is that bill coming due.