Ours and the other 10 or so that share the roadside. At first I thought a car had run into them, but Hugh pointed out that the damage must have been done by someone whacking them individually with something heavy—crowbar, sledgehammer, what have you. One was pushed over; it probably got less damage than most, as did ours, in fact. At least the door of ours is still attached, though you can't actually close it anymore.
It happened Thanksgiving night; we found them like this when we walked down for the mail Friday morning.
I saw one around the corner, down the next road, that had also been tipped over.
Punks!
F***ed up and/or angry teens!
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