One in my garden is very thick. Whilst trimming the hedge, I turned round to see him squatting about to crap on my lawn, so I went for him with the hedge sheers expecting him to move. He didn’t, and was very nearly a Manx cat. A week later I caught him at it again, and went to kick him, again expecting him to move. Again, he didn’t, and as a result very nearly ended up 2 gardens further down. On both occasions I nearly lost my balance avoiding him as he didn’t see me (he ran away once he worked out what nearly happened to him). Next time, i’m not going to risk landing on my arse and looking silly, so i’ll just go through with it if he’s thick enough not to see a great oaf lumbering towards him, and wants to crap in said great oaf’s garden, he’ll be a furry manx football by the end of the week….