h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*flattered and honoured*
Can't wait to read the Entry!!!

I still say you should have invited the guys from the gym round though

hehehe.....could have let them meet Magnolia

They would never have left...

I guess I have to stop peeking in your window, huh?

I guess I have to stop peeking in your window, huh?

I consuider this sort of thing pretty serious. All serial rapists go through a peeping phase, although not all peepers go on to bigger things. The next phase is burglaries where nothing of value seems to be taken. They'll come in to get intimate articles, mostly underwear. This is the big danger signal.

One thing to check is look for other areas that are in view of your window where a person can watch without being easily seen and look for liter in that area. A lot of these guys are smokers, and they'll leave stuff behind. Realistically the police may not be able to do much with them as DNA eveidnce is not likely to be used except in cases of a violent felony.

I would think a digital camera or a video camera would have been a good way to get a picture of him. Those things can pick up so much more than a normal camera can in bad lighting without a flash. There are also cameras now that will reach into the UV (or is it IR).

Out of curiosity, did he touch the windows? I know it's too late, but fingerprints are always a nice touch. They can be difficult to get. The standard fingerprint poweder that they give police is a pain in the butt and it can be tricky to use. Still, fingerprints when you do get them are well worth the effort.

1. Get a tranquilizer gun
2. Tranquilize him
3. Sew up all his orifices except for a small feeding tube going to his mouth
4. Keep him in the basement and feed him of cold baked been, sprouts and cold tea until the internal pressure gets too much and he explodes in a highly amusing way

Do the following...
1. Buy Tranquilizer gun.
2. Shoot him with a large but non-fatal dose of tranquilizer.
3. take his money, his moble phone (if he has one) and his shoes.
4. Drive him to a large, distant, underpopulated, windbalasted moor
5. Dump him in the middle away from any form of civalisation.

Now shoeless, phoneless and moneyless he has to walk and hichhike home accross the windblasted heath

I like tranquilizer guns!!!!

I kind of doubt tranquilizer guns are easily accessible here, and I'm sure I couldn't legally obtain tranquilizers. But the everglades are not far away--gator bait?

Discovered a website last week put up by the Florida Department of Law Enforcement that allows a search of sexual predators and includes photos. I have 19 of these guys living in my zip code, which is quite a small area. Sobering thought. None of them was the peeper, though.

There are plenty of places for him to lurk and watch from behind the fence. Lots of tropical foliage there. As long as he stays away from me I guess there's not a lot I can do. *sigh* I hope this is over.

I just read through the entire conversation. Here's my thoughts:

You can take a picture through a window if you don't go straight on - shoot on a slight angle. The lens right on the window pane works but he'll back away or duck while you're getting set up.

My Mom threw a whole dish pan of dirty dishwater out an open window onto a peeping tom once when I was a kid. The last I saw was one of the neighbours (!) running out of our yard with soap dripping off his head.

How about a rake with the tynes UP outside the window? Have you ever stepped on the tynes of a rake and had the handle come up and smite you betwixt the eyes? Not very pleasant, and it raises a nasty, black and blue lump.

Yowuzupman - what experience do you have with rock salt? I'll tell you my story (a near miss) if you'll tell me yours!

(I was on vacation visiting relatives in this tale)
well, me and my friends/cousins where playing a game of hide and go seek in a corn field in eastern Ohio. We where having lots of fun and then it started to get dark. So we played till it was pitch black and then decided to go home (to my cousin's house). We walked not 300 ft before a single barrel shotgun report was heard and my buddy John went down yelling Holy Christ over and over again. We all thought he was shot and started carrying him out the field at a full out sprint! Then I got hit and and dropped John by accident. I was peppered all up and down my right side and arm up to the elbo. The others split up and made a bunch of noise while us wounded ones made our way quietly back home. We met up that night and decided that we would get back at the farmer. So a month later when I finally got all that rock salt out and the wounds had healed we met again. Dresses in complete black and me, with a thermal sight I had "borowed" from one of my friends at the gun shop, lead the group back into the field, silenty. We made it to the cow field without being noticed and with most of them asleep we pushed them over in a kind-of pattern. We'd leave 1 standing in the middle of a bounch of others that we had knocked over. Thats when we got a little over confident and almost lost it. We decied to got to the Chicken Coop and open that up. I, being the fastest and most nimble, scouted the area out and saw 2 very big dogs that we would have to pass decided against the chicken plan but had another idea. We would make one of those crop circles that all of us had seen on "sightings." We spent half the night trying to get it to work but we didn't suceed so we went home just before dawn.

Ahh the good old days (3 years ago)

You were BAD! Here's my adventure:

I grew up in a village on the Canadian prairies. Most people, but not all, in the village had running water and flush toilets. It being Hallowe'en, the teenagers in the village - half a dozen or so of us - boys and girls - were on a mission to push over the remaining backhouses (outhouses, little shack-out-backs, privies, whatever you call them). One we knew was on 2 x 4's driven into the ground, so we were merrily rocking it back and forth when its owner stepped out with his shotgun. Behind the backhouse was a 6 foot board fence - upright boards, 3 inch spaces between the boards, and we were getting over this fence as fast as we could. Me, being a clutz, got my foot stuck between the boards, and started yelling for help. One of the boys told me to fall forward, he'd catch me. Now, I ask you - do you trust the kid who's been stealing your touque and filling it with snow for 3 winters, pegging crabapple cores off your head, and generally making your life miserable? No choice - I fell forward, he caught me, and the double-barrel boomed. If I hadn't fallen forward when I did, I'd have had to explain a double load of rock salt in my backside to my mother!

Well, did it get rid of him?

My peeper has been gone for a long time now, though I think he just moved on to harass someone else. The apartment complex I live in took it seriously... we've had a security gate for about a year now, and the hedge they put behind my place has filled in nicely.

Another old thread rises from the depths!


Glad the perv has gone, I hope the next window he peeps through, has a dobermman on the other side!

MoGgie

Hey, this thread I remember. It started around the same time I did on H2G2.

everyone! I'm glad it had a happy solution for you MoG

& all round