Fucks
Last night, some little shit attempted to vandalise my phone cable. I thought I heard something at about 12:30 when I went for a drink, but I assumed that it was just the house creaking. Funnily enough (and I didn't realise this at the time), the noises stopped after I turned on the kitchen light, so I wonder if they saw the light and ran off.
They had broken the clips holding the cable to the wall, and had clearly tried to yank the cable out of the wall. Either they're little vandals, or they thought that it was a burglar alarm. I've replaced the clips (mainly to spite the bastards that damaged the old clips), and I'm staying up for a bit. I hope that they come back so that I can catch the bastards. I suspect that they were just youths who were mental invalids, likely armed with nothing great, so if they return, I plan on chasing them out with the old chainsaw like a fucking nutter. I don't care how terrible that sounds, it'll scare the little shits off. I've set up a well-concealed video camera so that I can see who did it if I sleep through it and so that I have some record of their appearance. They make me fucking sick, the bleeding shithouses.