Wanted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and hunkered down in the Southern States, the vile but charismatic Josh Harmonieux moves from one menial job to another to support his gratuitous rib shooting and shangalorlor piercing habit. School photographer, life coach, or groundskeeper, there is nothing too low for this miscreant jackanapes. In his latest position as groundskeeper the ne'r-do-well has access to sharp instruments, fertilizers, flammable liquids and small internal combustion engines. Last seen wearing a kilt and driving a small Korean automobile, the diminutive Harmonieux should be considered petulant, ambidextrous and slightly goofy. If seen, he should be approached with revulsion and eyes averted. Considered a kind of low-rent folk hero by some, little help can be expected from the public in his apprehension.