Debbie Does Drivel

I awoke yesterday morning to find BBQ sauce poured all over the SS Anderson. The morning before, red rock was showered all over the car. I am being targeted. But don't know why. I'm fairly certain it is our neighbors, who have about 1,200-1,300 people living with them. Many of these masses are high-school-age and I often hear them sneakily laughing late at night are they're being rambunctious as kids are wont to do.
So, I get a little PO'd. We've lived in peaceful harmony until now. I ignored the 1AM whinings of (one of the) teen-agers who stood on our curb crying and yelling "Maaaatt, Maaaaatttt, please don't leave me. Mmmmaaattt, please. Please, Mmmmaaattt". (SoundFX: Sniffle, sniffle. Car roaring off, girl wailing loudly, car pealing around the corner, girl shouting for him to stop).
And THEY ignored........well, they don't have to pretend not to notice much, since Kev and I are in our 30s, married, and low-talkers.
So, anyway, what I'm trying to say is we've been patient. And tolerant. And they shat all over that with BBQ sauce.

So, last night, I wrote a letter which I affixed to my car window. It said, "We Know Who You Are, Neighbor." And I also took our vacuum cleaner attachment that looks somewhat like a spycam and masking-taped it to my window visor, so they'd think they were bring filmed. Then, I slept in the guest room with the window open so I could hear any living thing that trespassed onto my vehicular property.

I heard lots of stuff. Some of it nefarious. Lots of shuffling around, lots of creeping, some whispering. But no BBQing.
Maybe tonight I'll put some baby back ribs on my roof and ask the neighbors to at least be productive while they're being sneaky.