It was always an hilarious act of defiance to come plodding slowly back with an 18' long tree branch & drop it at my mother's feet,,,Whew! Of,Course ,I'd naturally have to shuck& jive any grab& wing improvised projectiles MOM could lay her hands on as I rapidly ran away from her ,,,, all the while those blood chilling taunts of "
JUST YOU WAIT TILL YER' FATHER gets HOME",,,,
* that only happened once,as she was pretty savvy & adapted her tactics,,,,MAN ALIVE! ,,,that one weekend Dad revamped the laundry room out in the garage and we had to move that 1880's vintage ". Pie cabinet " and about 3 dozen of those hell spawned back of the thigh orange
HOT-WHEELS tracks I'd previously ferreted away behind it,,,,,
,,,, my Mother actually let out a "
WOOT-WOOT" kinda' casing-liner ,as in: " so that's where my best threats have been going to",,,,,