Freakin brats! We live behind a shopping center and up the street from the highschool. We always have punk kids back there either smoking, fighting, or doing burnouts in their car. I keep telling my husband that I am going to invest in a paintball gun. I don't want to make enemies with them since they know where I live, so I have a different approach. I poke my head over the fence and go "Dude, I just want to give you a heads up. My neighbor called the cops on you guys. She's pissed and on a rampage. I'd split and never come back." It always works. hehe.