It seems as if the disturbing thong wearing mailbox might have possibly been stolen.

No, not by me.  Probably by the same little pieces of shit that stole Mrbunny’s bike while it was locked to the wall… while ignoring my completely unlocked right in front of it.  My bike’s feelings were hurt.  Heartless bastards.

Hopefully the neighborhood gossip will know something later on today.  Which means I’ll be spending most of the afternoon outside so I can just happen to catch her in the yard and get the skinny, purely by accident.