Left: A sample of the scene that greeted me this morning
Now, let me say up fron that I like a creative prank, especially one with some inventiveness in which the recipients can at least shake their heads in admiration.
The high school seniors where my wife teaches, however, have repeatedly targeted the homes of the teachers for special treatment in an annual ritual known as "prank night." I suppose I should be grateful that they did not cover every square inch of my yard (like the students did last year), but it sure is a pain in the arse to clean up wads of soaking toilet paper.
(switches out of grouchy old man mode)
Back when I was in high school, the school itself was the target of the senior pranks. The seniors a few years before my class graduated let loose a dozen chickens in the school, which I thought was kind of funny.
Our class had a much more brilliant ploy: we hid a bunch of alarm clocks and egg timers in the library and set them to go off at random times, with the goal of tormenting the autocratic library nun for whom absolute silence was the most important feature of a well-run department.
Sister Celine Marie: if you are still alive, my belated apologies for what must have been a hectic day trying to find and defuse the sound bombs that lurked among the shelves.
True, some seniors carry the hijinks against their schools a bit far, like the Ottawa Hills students in 1998 who unleashed hundreds of Madagascar hissing cockroaches in the hallowed halls of Ottawa Hills High School. I, however, am of the opinion that senior pranks should be limited to the facility, and that the private homes of teachers and administrators should be off-limits for such annoyances.
Besides, throwing around a half-dozen rolls of toilet paper is completely without creativity. How about posting a bunch of yard sale signs around the home of your marks, advertising a non-existent "8-family sale" that is sure to send 100 cars to their house? At least that shows some ingenuity, instead of the ho-hum TP attack.
Now, back to the cleanup...