This kind of thing happened every so often in the neighborhood I grew up in.
One day a group of Punks did this to my house with eggs and toilet paper and me and my dad ended up wasting a weekend cleaning up our cars and our house. For the next week my dad ended up sitting on our front porch from 12am to 3am waiting for them to show them selves again, and when they did they attempted to vandalize my neighbors house. My dad grabbed a wooden baseball bat out of my room in the middle of the night and ended up chasing down one of them.
After about a block or so of chasing them my dad caught up with one of them and nailed him right in the back of the leg with the bat and ended up breaking his kneecap
My dad then put him in his car and drove him to his parents house (was the son of one of our neighbors) and ended up spending a couple days in Juve as well as the hospital.
Needless to say, they never did it again.
Sweet vindication :twisted:
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