We have a rickety gate in the picket fence surrounding our mini-orchard that quite literally was ripped from its hinges this weekend. The assumption was that neighborhood kids had accidentally pulled on it too hard and dislodged the screws in the top hinge. I repaired it Sunday.
On Monday we discovered it hanging only by it guy-wire, all six screws still in the hinges, but the holes stripped. As we railed against the delinquent teenagers, we noted that there was no crushed vegetation at the far end of the orchard and that someone had been nibbling at the pear leaves.
It turns out our delinquent teens are of the four-legged variety.