Reply #5: That's different then.

[Dr.Phool]

I had a house for sale a few years ago, and I was really pissed off at a do-nothing listing agent, so I fired him, and terminated the contract. He wasn't very happy about it. The house was way back in an isolated, cul-de-sac neighborhood, so you needed several directional signs to find it.

I put the house up for sale "By Owner", and put my own signs up around the area. They kept disappearing, and I suspected the agent, who happened to have a few listings nearby.

On my new signs, I got this stuff from work called Crater Compound, that they used for lubricant in locomotive gearboxes. We called it Grease From Hell. If one speck of it got on your pants cuff, by the end of the day, it was in your hair, on your face, and it didn't wash off. It was like tar, and it had to wear off.

I put some of that on my signs, and a few more disappeared, but then it stopped. I guess whoever it was, didn't want to touch those signs anymore.

:rofl:

Last year, during a congressional campaign, repukes were stealing our signs as fast as we could put them up. We didn't have a large budget, and signs are expensive. In the areas where they were stealing the larger ones especially fast, I started spraying them with hot pepper concentrate. A million Scovill units hot. The first batch disappeared, but the second batch stayed. Imagine a repuke picking his nose, rubbing his eye, or taking a piss after stealing a sign. No wounds or permanent damage, but a lot of discomfort.