Time to draw the line

I live right next to a daycare. Well, I did, until it closed. So now I live next to a rundown building with a slowly degrading backyard that the police occasionally use for SWAT training. It's not necessarily an ugly building, but it's sad, and the conditions of its closing are somewhat depressing.

Over the last year it's gradually become more and more rundown. The wooden planks that held the rocks in the recreation area were smashed some time ago and a small sea of pebbles and stones is spilling into the rest of it. Various grody toys and balls remain stuck behind the workshed, and this workshed is where my issues begin.

About a week ago I was leaving for Co-op late, taking my dog inside from the back yard when I noticed some kids in this shed, which sits adjacent to the fence that splits half of the property.

There were three kids in there, dressed in school uniforms and just kind of mingling in this dank, shitty shed. They were at least 2 years younger than me and lanky and shitty looking. I gave one a sharp glare but continued on my way to work, preoccupied. I checked the shed when I came home and sure enough there was an empty cigarette box and some butts lying around. I decided to tell them off or hit them a lot the next time I saw them.

Anyway, skip forward to today. I'd put them out of my head but my mom (who works at the Elementary school across the street) told me she saw another group of kids fucking around at lunch and said she was going to call the cops, but got busy with something else and didn't.

I checked the shed and back of the property again and find burnt paper outside of the shed. Upon further investigation I discovered that the window inset in the back door had been partly smashed in and was propped open with a soccer ball, and several other doors were left open the same way.

I made my way through the building to a door that locks itself, locked every other door and left through it. Sealed, for now.

Now, because I'm done High School early (mid may) I plan on waiting for these little fuckers during the day and making my point quite clear with my friends Mr. Bat, Senor Fists and Jordan.

Jordan may also have a bat.

Now, I'm not really a violent person. I'm big and lumbering and strong but I'd rather not resort to physical violence in most situations, but given the proximity of the two buildings and the trees splayed about, if they set a fire and it gets out of control my home could burn down.

Besides, I've been itching to do something angry and mean that doesn't involve typing for awhile.