Last Saturday about 11pm, there was a loud banging at the door. Scared the **** out of us. No one there and after about 10 seconds I opened the door and stepped out, risking the murderer lurking. Kept watching. Eventually saw flashlights cross the street a block or so up and toward a house I've often seen a group of preteen/teen boys playing basketball. The light in the garage was on where I think they hang out. I thought about posting in our neighborhood group but let it go. It scared the hell out of us though, especially after this summer with some of the break-ins and burglaries in the area.
Happened again tonight and I was lit. Ran to the door, ripped it open and yelled Knock it off you little *****! Down the yard like a totally mature and sane person. Heard them yelling to each other to run. DH is ready to sit back down and I'm throwing on my coat because I see the light in that garage is on again and I'm pretty sure I know where they live. I go for a drive. Drive past the house and see a light is on but not sure if a parent is home or not. Make a circle and come back and park with car off. Wait. About a minute later I see a couple heads bobbing as they try to cross the road back to the house. I let them get mid street before I flip my lights on and send them running again. I was laughing so hard.
Decide to see if anyone was home and mom was. She was super nice and probably mortified and those boys are super dead. I was also very nice because she didn't do it, I've got a dumbass brother and it was mostly harmless. Got back to our house and watched and saw them cross the street (Christmas lights make things easier this time of year). Pretty quickly the garage light was off so I'm betting the fun was over
DH says our house is getting egged for sure now. And now I'm thinking I should have let them get back into the house and THEN go talk to mom. Oh well, I had no way to know anyone was home. I bet they think I'm ******* nuts tracking them through the neighborhood. I mean, probably but maybe they'll think twice next time.
Happened again tonight and I was lit. Ran to the door, ripped it open and yelled Knock it off you little *****! Down the yard like a totally mature and sane person. Heard them yelling to each other to run. DH is ready to sit back down and I'm throwing on my coat because I see the light in that garage is on again and I'm pretty sure I know where they live. I go for a drive. Drive past the house and see a light is on but not sure if a parent is home or not. Make a circle and come back and park with car off. Wait. About a minute later I see a couple heads bobbing as they try to cross the road back to the house. I let them get mid street before I flip my lights on and send them running again. I was laughing so hard.
Decide to see if anyone was home and mom was. She was super nice and probably mortified and those boys are super dead. I was also very nice because she didn't do it, I've got a dumbass brother and it was mostly harmless. Got back to our house and watched and saw them cross the street (Christmas lights make things easier this time of year). Pretty quickly the garage light was off so I'm betting the fun was over
DH says our house is getting egged for sure now. And now I'm thinking I should have let them get back into the house and THEN go talk to mom. Oh well, I had no way to know anyone was home. I bet they think I'm ******* nuts tracking them through the neighborhood. I mean, probably but maybe they'll think twice next time.
