There are certain situations in life that just come with an inherent 'Oy'. So allow me to simply say it now and get it over with. OY. There. I feel so much better.
You may recall my review last Fall of the legendary Stick People inhabiting our Peninsula and other Washington environs. In case you have forgotten, you can refresh your memory here. You might also recall that the aforementioned Ligneous-Americans have a certain penchant for fuzzy members of the canine genus. That being said, it is safe to assume that if one chooses to desecrate Sacred ground belonging to any tribe of resident Stick Persons, one might be in danger of incurring their wrath.
I enter the following photographic evidence as exhibits A and B. Please note the blackened lower extremities of the defendant, an obvious, clear-cut 'smoking gun'. The Twiggy Tangibles present here were clearly well within their rights to attack.
Evidence of their savagery can be witnessed in the consummate entanglement of the defendant's plumey tail (which, by the way, took the goatmother quite awhile to emancipate.)
It all goes to show that as ye sow, so shall ye reap. If one is bent on exercising a blatant disregard for the rights and properties of others, one is apt to get what one deserves. Not to mention the fact that one should conduct oneself in a manner conversant with a certain amount of decorum. After all, "To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant, but utterly shameless." - Marcus Tullius Cicero, Roman Lawyer, Writer, Scholar, Orator and Statesman, 106 BC - 43 BC
Like I said...some things just come with an OY.