Caught red headed

So, did you ever have one of those Sunday afternoons where you're sitting on the front porch drinking a glass of wine and having a conversation with your girlfriend and after a while you begin to notice this persistent banging noise, except that you don't really notice it because you are after all drinking a glass of wine and having a conversation and there are all the other background noises you'd expect on a hot afternoon in more or less the middle of June like kids playing up and down the sidewalk and neighbors fiddling with their motor cycles in the alley, etc., except that this noise is really persistent so that finally you just have to ask "what the hell is that?" and you look over at the porch next to yours, which is generally a much cleaner, quieter and more civilized porch than yours, and you see this guy wreaking havoc and perpetrating all kinds of nasty property damage on your neighbor's nice white fence as if it is the most natural and appropriate thing in the whole wide world to do, which come to think of it, from his point of view, it is? Well I did.