I don’t think it’s intended to be serious- they are two unrelated pictures out together for humor. The home in the bottom picture is in Wyoming Michigan. The shooting there occurred at around 1am in the morning, and the close up doesn’t show it but the front of the home was shot from the street. The joke is that- many people do not realize- bullets can penetrate many non structural building materials and tend to continue down range beyond an intended target or through the target (I know you know this- many do not.) So the joke being that this woman is shooting at a flimsy fence in a backyard next to a house and over penetration or missed could cause the buckets to enter the neighbors yard. The intent I believe is comedic.
Sorry. I was tired and wrote “Detroit Michigan” instead of “Wyoming Michigan.” I got mixed up in my head and didn’t realize it until I read this. Apologies for confusion or misinformation. And yes- there is a Wyoming Michigan, and there is a Kent county in Michigan- but Detroit is in Wayne county. Apologies again and thank you for pointing out the oversight. I’ve edited the original comment to show “Wyoming Michigan.”
I can understand. I think Florida when I see “Kent county,” and there are Kent counties all over too. It seems a popular name for counties- but of course we’d all think of whichever we were most familiar with in our experience. Likewise when I saw “Wyoming” I wasn’t thinking Michigan lol.
Imagine you're just chilling on a quiet Saturday morning, Milo in one hand, Gingernuts in the other. You're pondering over a particularly difficult question in the local newspapers crossword puzzle, is the answer sassafras, you wonder? All of a sudden a hailstorm of bullets yeets their way through your windows and walls, smashing your nice teacup you got from your niece 2 years ago, sending Milo everywhere. You duck and dive trying to avoid the bullets, any semblance of grace long gone as you panic. In your mad dash for safety, you feel a sharp pain in your ribs, you've been hit and are now bleeding profusely from the hole. Blood drips onto the crossword which you desperately clutch hoping to at least finish it before you pass. In a moment of clarity, you realize, the word is exponential. Hurriedly you write it down, with the ink from your pen mixing with your blood. Smiling as your eyes drift over the now completed crossword, you die.
Apparently.