After I left the church, and had just gotten off work, I was at my motorcyle putting on my winter riding suit. I looked up and there was a guy writing down (probably my license plate) on a pad of paper. He gave a look of "oh, you got me." I didn't say anything, just kept zipping. When the zipper caught and I was distracted, I saw him quickly waddling away like the Penguin. A big name squirrel was staying at our house, so that might be why I was targeted. We had a fridge at the office and a few days later a guy reported someone had put LSD in his orange juice. I later found a picture of a Cof$ detective who was fond of giving squirrels LSD, and the picture looked like him. I'm sure his big plan was for me to get dosed and then crash my bike on the commute home. Fortunately, what Hubbard said about sociopaths and wrong-targeting ended up being true.