How far would you go to tear down a cardboard fort?

[hunter]

111. My "granny" was removed alive from the home she owned as a danger to herself and others...

... by court order, police, and paramedics.

My little old lady grandma, kicking, hitting, clawing, biting, and screaming the most foul obscenities you might imagine from a retired welder-by-day and party-girl-by-night of the World War II West Coast shipyards.

Fortunately grandma had forgotten where she'd hidden her remaining guns in her hoarder's mess. My mom thought she'd found and removed all of grandma's guns when she started to get very strange, but was horrified to find more guns when she and my sister were cleaning out her house.

My grandma's mom, my great grandma, was a similar character. They were Wild American West, and maybe part Klingon. As a little kid I'd watch my great grandma preparing freshly killed fish, birds, and small mammals for dinner. Her hands and her knife moved faster than I could comprehend. I once witnessed great grandma arguing with my dad, who is a big gentle man, a knife in her hand. No doubt in my mind who would have won that fight if it had been taken to some bloody conclusion. I'd have been missing a few younger, yet to be conceived siblings.

That's why we all have to be pacifists.

My family is a solid matriarchy now and going back as far as you like.