Ah, the perils of suburban life. Here are two examples from today:
Half-assed toilet papering of our tree. They barely got one go around!
Fire ant attack. We just killed a mound yesterday and I literally stumbled upon one while trimming out the dead plants in our flower bed. I had to pull off my jeans (thankfully we have a fenced in yard) and ran to the house shaking them off. It's true, the bite does feel like a burn but luckily I noticed right away so I was able to avoid a big swarm. Now we have to kill them and keep Stinky away from the flower bed where he likes to lay so he doesn't get into the poison.