I was sitting in my quiet living room this afternoon, with Cordy at preschool, Mira asleep, and only the tapping of my keyboard and click of my mouse echoing in the room. It was a peaceful moment, relaxing by myself. But then there was a loud *thump* against the front door.
Damn, I thought, a bird must have flown into the door. Or maybe a package was roughly dropped off by UPS.
I opened the door and looked out the glass of the storm door, hoping not to see a stunned robin on my front porch. But there was no robin. And there was no package. My glance shifted up, and I saw the neighbor boy and his friend standing at the end of my driveway, picking up a rock. The two boys noticed me and started nonchalantly walking back towards the neighbor’s yard, occasionally glancing at me from the corner of their eyes and mumbling something under their breath while occasionally giggling. The rock was casually tossed out into the street by the friend.
Opening the door, I still wondered what had happened. I walked out to check the mail, and then as I came back up the walk, I saw it sitting next to the doormat: a rock. A rock that I’m sure wasn’t there earlier in the day.
I picked up the rock, glancing back at the boys. They were still watching me carefully, acting like they had no idea where that rock came from, shrugged their shoulders, and then walked off down the street. As they turned to walk away, I loudly asked, “Gee, I wonder how this rock ended up flying into my door?” They gave no response as they walked away, whispering something to each other.
So apparently we now have flying rocks in our neighborhood. We can add that to the other fantastical items found in this small community, including fence boards that warp themselves, tree branches that break on their own, and a mystical stick that carves wavy, looping lines into the paint of our six month old, still not paid off SUV.
We have enough magic on our street to rival Hogwarts.
I wish some action could be taken, but so far we have no recourse because we did not witness any of these actions, so we can’t prove who did it. It amazes me that kids can be so destructive for fun, and parents can care so little. Without proof, though, the parents don’t want to hear about it.
There may be a light at the end of the tunnel, though. A sign has been placed in the yard next to ours much like this one:
(Not showing the real sign, since it would point right to where I live.)
Do you think burying a St. Joseph statue in their yard would help sell their house if I was the one who buried it instead of them? Maybe I’ll help them market the house: “Great neighborhood, quiet location, just watch out for the magic flying rocks.“
Man. You need video surveillance. Sounds like a great place to live! Are the moving neighbors the ones with the snotty kids?
Yes, they’re the same neighbors with the inconsiderate kids.
Good thing they’re moving before they get older. We see broken car windows and graffiti “for fun” all the time. Rotten kids.
That is so awful. Seriously, I once threw a mud clod at my neighbor’s house (with the kid who lived there) when I was like 7… My mom was -livid- with me! Both me and the kid got in trouble. I can only imagine how much trouble I’d’ve been in if I did half the crap those kids are pulling.
And my boy(s), when they are old enough, if I catch them doing that, they’d be in a LOT of trouble.
Thank goodness they are moving. You don’t need your girls near boys like that.
Although they are little kids, they won’t think they are funny when they break something and their parents have to pay for the repairs.
God I hate disrespectful kids!! It pisses me off!
My grandmother once had her picture window shot out by a BB gun…
Scared the crap out of her.
Ugh. I’m with the video surveillance. Except that hopefully they will be gone soon.
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. I third the video surveillance. Wish we had put that up at our last house, where we lost my bike out of the side yard – behind a fence & gate, a whole bunch of Slipshod’s tools (someone even broke into our garage for those), a freakin’ AIR COMPRESSOR (again out of the garage), if you can believe that… we were even home during some of the thefts, but apparently sleeping. Makes ya feel real comfy and safe when you’re a target, doesn’t it? Mean people suck.
I’m voting for the video surveillance as well. That or electric shock collars they can’t remove…
The problem kids in my hood just moved out as well, and it’s never been quieter, or cleaner. Although still not safe. *sigh*
Some neighbor kids once threw rocks at our house (everyone in the neighborhood hated this family), except my mom happened to see them and went up to them. She started telling them that they were in big trouble, that she was going to call the police, and that they were going ot jail, but not juvee, but adult jail because they were 14 and could be tried as adults…and all these other horrible things. They started sobbing. Finally, they called their father, so he had to rush home. He was in such a hurry, he ran over another neighbor’s dog and killed it.
They moved out soon after that.
I so had these neighbors in Michigan. However the son was 18 and the father was just as bad. We resorted to locking our fence, but then they would just jump over it. It really pissed them off that we used the locks or that we said anything about their trespassing.
The weird son would also stand and stare in our living room window.
We have moved and have great neighbors now. Thanks God.