Yeah, you read that right. I park my car outside and often find it's been vandalized -- eggs, nails in the tire (this one happens so often I've insured my tires). The problem is I don't know the kids who are doing it. I've never caught them in the process. Nor do I know my neighbors well enough to know who their children are. I've asked some of them if they've seen it happen but nobody has any helpful information. I haven't done anything to attract any hostility, yet it seems to happen no matter where I'm living.
I suppose if I knew who was responsible, I'd have a word with their parents, but you'd be surprised how many parents refuse to believe anything negative about their precious little monsters.
How would you respond to this kind of activity?
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