In the states , I lived in a warehouse district for a while. Great loft apartment , big open space , large windows , had great parties , but a huge feral cat problem in the area. That is where the .22 came in handy for late night entertainment. A little bait , a few rounds. Burial duty was in the morning.
When I see someone who leaves poo on the sidewalks and does not pick it up , often I yell at them in Italian. I have a 70% chance their parents or grandparents were from Italy. If they told me to go to my country , well , they would be even bigger idiots.