The living fossils are late 60s to mid 90s.
Now, be careful! A number of us here resemble that remark!
I would guess you are right that it probably isn't one of the fossils.
I was always curious about road signs I saw on the way to/from Sunil's. On the highway, on both sides of the road leading to the "metropolitan area" where his pond is located, there are warning signs that say "DANGER High DUI Accident Area". We always figured it was because of Sunil's and friend's Peroni consumption. But, Sunil explained that the road through the neighborhood to his property has a bad reputation for drugs.
I certainly wouldn't fool around with these people. For about three years, at our previous home not far from here, in what had been a very rural nice area, we went through hell. A number of nasty things happened. It got taken over by the drug trade and all the druggies and low-lifes dealing with them. It stretched over three generations. We regularly had beatings, killings, intimidations, etc. I never left the house without either my shotgun or baseball bat. I spent many sleepless nights at roadblocks in front of our property with Sheriff's deputies and State Police officers. That was 8-10 years ago. The last of this group just got life sentences about two months ago.
When these people were drugged, they didn't care if I was an old fossil with a 12-gauge. They had no fear of death or retribution. They beat people to death, and near death, on a regular basis. They tried to intimidate me night and day -- like driving up to our bedroom window at 2:00 AM while flashing their headlights and honking the horns on their vehicles. Then they'd do circles in my lawn. One cut down a very nice blue spruce from my front yard a few days before Christmas, dragged it to their house, just before he started a year-long sentence on the day after Christmas. I put nothing past the druggies.
I'd call the game wardens and sheriff's office for surveillance. They have training in dealing with these types of people.
