My maw always used to tell me that intru'ers were jus' hangin' round the corner an' coul' strike at 'ny given mo'ent. She tol' me that 'til the day my pawpaw died. After that, she a'ways tol' me that in 'ddition ta' intru'ers, death hung 'round dem parts, too. 'rom dat day on, I'n sworn to meself to kill any stran'e man who come 'round my territory. I don' give two buckaroos if is' just the UPS man, I go grab me bat and whack dat hoodlum 'til he senseless. Maw tol' me Jesus would love me mo' if I did this, so I thank her. Yer next, Mai'man Steve.