Waskily wesident

Oh, dear! I've developed an arch enemy.
This old dude who has what seems to be severe dementia has fixated on me. When he encounters me here at the home, he curses and mutters threats -or at least he did until he was out in the lobby and growled, "You think you need a wheelchair now. you just wait until I break both your legs!"
SO,I immediately called the receptionist's attention to it, saying loudly, "Did you hear that? Someone that lives here just threatened me with bodily harm, and I think staff should be aware of that."

She said, "OK". but I actually don't think she was at all interested. (Understandable!)

So, dear readers, when they someday find my mangled body abandoned in the trash room, it was the nasty resident who looks like an evil Elmer Fudd that did it.