At least they're neat nutjobs. ::counts blessings::
I fished out the container, as many of the plants and as much of the dirt as I could in the growing darkness, and put them back. Then I sat on the porch for a bit, watching everyone who happened by with deep suspicion. Hopefully some of the flowers will survive the trauma....but what a bizarre, disturbed event to try to digest! I should perhaps be alarmed that someone so randomly demented feels comfy just strolling onto my porch...but really, right now I'm primarily just utterly flabbergasted, and trying to wrap my brain around what kind of mentality (or lack thereof, pardon the cliche) feels the need to do such a stupidly destructive thing.
It's definitely time to put cameras up on the porch. Sometimes I hate living in a city. ::sigh::