30 years ago I chased some kids that hit my car.
Ran them right into their front door.
I told the parents if they wanted their kids to make it through highschool, they better train them better.
Interestingly, the parents did direct their anger at the kids, immediately!
LOL... Had some kids coming here every Friday and/or Sat. night and overturning the garbage cans and strolling it everywhere (one does not like to pick up the wife's female stuff from all over the neighborhood the next morning too well). Anyhoo... after about 2 months of this, I had enough. I took to hiding and waiting. Finally a truck full of kids started slowing down and a kid got out running to grab the can. I wasn't really prepared beyond just catching the punks, on what to do exactly with them. I (like an idiot) ran towards the kids yelling some prehistoric yell, and the kids ran towards the truck to get back in it. He was fast and made it to the truck screaming "GO GO GO GO GO" and I just reached them as he got the door shut. The window as open and I reached in and grabbed him and yanked his head to my face and yelled ...... (wait for it} ......
"YOU MAKE ME SO MAD".... then I let him go thinking I really didn't want to hurt him bad. LOL, I never could think of anything intellegent to say when I was mad...
Nobody has since messed with my garbage cans though.