I asked you nicely to stop pooping in my flower beds. I’ve given you a year+ to cease and desist, and yet. . .
I’m writing you to let you know that the next time you visit your toilet, AKA my yard, you will find chicken wire beneath the newly placed mulch. I’ve also put down “cat repellent” that smells an awful lot like pepper spray + coyote urine, and yet, and yet it still smells better than your parting gifts.
Please take the hint and fail to find a new place to poop on this side of my fence, lest you make me consider my personal policy on owning firearms.