For the last few nights we've been the victims of a serial ding-dong-ditcher, with a twist. This kid(s?) waits until just after we shut the lights off at the boys' bedtime before he (they) strikes. Not only does the door bell ring about 10 times in rapid succession, but he also hammers on the screen door for good measure.
John has taken the bait a couple times, going to the door to see if anyone was there. Tonight, after the DDDer hit for the second time in an hour, John ran out onto the front lawn, shook his fist in the air and yelled, "You damn hooligans! If you do it again, I'm calling the cops!" Or something like that. Jeeze, what are we, 80?
While I am a tad angry that these teens strike when we're trying to get our kids to sleep, I can't help but grin a little too. If this is all the trouble our neighborhood kids are going to get into, I'll sleep better at night. Hey, it's better than them smashing our car windows to steal our stereos to fund their crack habit or something, right?