It’s a Pennsylvania thing too and it’s been around a long time. I remember my father and uncles laughing about the time they put a crotchety neighbor’s outhouse on the roof of his barn one cold October 30 night. This would have been in the first decade of the 20th century when lots of the families in the small town I grew up in did not have septic systems. Somewhere I have a five minute 8mm color film reel of my uncles installing indoor plumbing in my grandmother’s house. It must have been from the early 1930’s. And this was just 30 miles west of Center City Philly.
In my hay day in the late ‘50’s early ‘60’s it was cherry bombs in mailboxes and flaming paper bags of dog poop at the front door after ringing the doorbell. I quit all that immediately after getting shot with a double barrel 12 gauge loaded with rock salt from about 30 feet away of a guy’s front door of a nearby farmhouse that George Washington spent a night in coupla hundred years ago.