A Retiree Was Sick of Cyclists Cutting Through His Yard—So He Designed the Perfect Trap

Taffy paced by the door, then finally lay down beside him, nose on her paws. Clarence stood up, walked into the garage, and flicked on the light. Under a stack of boxes was a storage bin labeled “IRRIGATION – BACK YARD.”

He dragged it out. Inside were old sprinkler heads, tubing, motion sensors, zip ties, and a weatherproof timer. It had been years, but the system was still familiar—he knew exactly what he needed.