The missionaries learned this lesson one day. Elder Hobley and Elder Crane came in one night with a sneak nerf dart attack. They knew they were in trouble when they hit me in the face a few times. I wasn’t angry, but obviously I couldn’t just let it go. I told them that they should be expecting retribution. The very next morning, I had my faithful sidekick Tyler with me, and the two of us scored six giant rolls of saran wrap from the grocery store. We caught up with their poor, defenseless car at a district meeting that morning, and it clearly needed to be wrapped for freshness... we did everything possible to ensure that it wouldn’t spoil.
A couple hours later they came home. We all acted like nothing had happened...they did... I did. And then, Elder Hobley, from the kitchen: “Touche, Sister McD... touche.” And just in case anyone decides to mess with me again, I have my follow-up plan laid away in the garage. I don’t want to use it. But I will if I have to.