Batshits

That pretty much describes my new neighbors. On Friday, I went over to Lazy F for the start of training and moving in and such. We, the program staff, are living in the retreat house, about 1/4 mile from the camp itself. While the camp owns the property, to get to it from the road requires us to go through the neighbor's property, and a locked gate. These people are in-fucking-sane. Instead of a house, they live in a converted rabbit hutch with a satellite dish. One of them has routinely threatened the people in the retreat house, they have a free-roaming horse, and psychotic and idiotic peacocks that just roam around the area and cause a nuisance. Yes, I believe batshits pretty much describes them. Right now, I'm back home for Anna's graduation, and am leaving tomorrow morning, but now I have to eat.