Well there goes the neighborhood. I got egged last night. Right on the front door. And if you think dried yolk is hard to get off 3-day old dishes in the dishwasher, you should try to remove it from window screen. What’s worse is I suddenly felt like the crotchety old man on the street; wishing I was home for the event so that I could have stood in the front yard yelling at the fleeing miscreants and muttering about “those damned kids!”. I hope they get salmonella. Then the yolk would be on them.