This morning two gutter creeps stacked my garbage cans, climbed my back gate, and stole my bike in broad daylight. I was ten feet away in the kitchen, and had the blinds not been down I would have seen it happen. Instead I found out ten minutes later when my wife noticed an absent bike and an open gate. I was left to stalk shoe-less and seething up and down my street until a construction worker, who’d witnessed it go down, shouted a description of the creeps. Lank greasy hair, one had a blue and white shirt, the other no shirt at all, both late twenties to early thirties. Generic Centretown skids.