This is apparently the week of really weird and destructive shit happening to us.

We were sitting both on our computers when we heard a very strange noise. Looked around the basement, didn’t see anything. Went upstairs, didn’t see anything. I went out the kitchen door and saw the yard beside the house was full of smoke. I called Michael to get a flashlight and come out to see if he could figure out what the hell was going on and whether it was dangerous.

I go back outside and try and figure out where the smoke is coming from. The answer was nowhere that I could see. Then I see Michael on the other side of the house looking at the car. The rear windshield was completely shattered.

Mind you, we back into the driveway, so it’s not like a rock from the road accidentally got thrown onto the car.

This is really weird.

ADDENDUM the First:
For all the good it’ll do us, we know what happened.

One of the students in the house across the street spun his wheels and kicked gravel across the length of the house and into the driveway where the car was sitting. The smoke was a combination of burned rubber and gravel dust.

When we went to the two houses across the alley to find out what happened, it was completely obvious that the guy who answered the door was lying, and was very uncomfortable about doing so. And we got independent but anonymous verification of this. So, although a police report was filed, I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it. I’m hoping it won’t be too expensive. Unfortunately, since it’s the rear windshield, it almost certainly will be expensive.  But I suppose that’s why we have insurance.

Ya know, I’m starting to think the world is doing it’s best to convince me that people suck.