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I used to come out every morning to find huge gobs of green goo hocked onto my passenger window. The Loogie Bandit was assaulting my car (not my Camaro... this was a few years ago). One morning, very early, I was awakened by the sound of somebody "working one up," hacking, wheezing, preparing a huge load, which I was pretty sure was destined for my car.
I came running out of the house, yelling and hollering at the figures standing next to my car. I was a little too late, as, sure enough, the loogie had already been hocked onto my window, and the goo was sliming down the glass, just like every day.
I was glad that I now had my culprit, but dismayed that it wasn't some punk who I could scare the crap out of: It was an old--- REALLY old--- lady. WTF?!?!? I asked what the hell it was all about, and she just shuffled away, with two- inch steps taken in three second intervals. Her husband--- also REALLY old, but at least a little more "with it"--- apologized to me, and said, "She doesn't know what she's doing... sorry.... I'll make sure she doesn't do it anymore."
And that was that. Sure, enough, that ol' bag of mean bones never again hocked a loogie onto my car. I guess her husband stopped her... maybe they walked a different route from then on, or maybe he put rat poison in her Sanka. Who knows. Whatever the case, problem solved.
My point? Do not eliminate the possibility of a human culprit. Oh, and if you DO figure out what's causing the problem, be a little more cautious than I was... go stealth instead. Gives you a much bigger advantage.
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