Riddle me this: what sort of sick and sadistic cretinous asshole departs a party in a residential neighbourhood and leaves a trail of broken beer bottles in their wake? Yeah, we're a resort area, the remote sort of place folks go to unwind, but this is just sad.How does such a mind work? Do they not know that dogs wear no shoes? Or is it because they just don't care? Do they not know that glass is used for bottles because it does not decay, and their kind gift of razor shards will plague the small barefeet of summer for years to come?Don't get me wrong, I'm all for people having fun, and I'll even accept a lot more out-of-control fun than most, but a trail of smashed glass? Well, I don't care how much you like the aethreal pop of the flask against the pavement, it's self-centered attention-seeking, infantile in teenagers, but in adults, it's just sick.So ... what to do. We empirically know calling in the law won't do diddly; by the two-hour lapse before they arrive to answer a non-threatening property/noise issue, well most every jerkhead is a long gone train; even if we could hand over video-tape, we all know just how effective our criminal injustice system can be at rehabilitation.What I did do was sweep what I could of the fragments and shard dust into the nearby abandoned six-pack box, and leave it on the reveller's trash-bin.