Neighbors can be strange. Our back fence neighbors had crack head kids who would walk around the back yard in the wee hours. We'd find all kinds of crap they threw into our yard. After they moved, it became a rental and we've had a real variety of characters. Last week Dave noticed the current people came out in the yard at about nine o'clock with flashlights. No idea what they were doing. Whatever it was, they did it a few nights in a row. They have a large dog that our little Chihuahua mix dog is in love with! She scratches at the fence and runs up and down with the dog on the other side. I hope these tenants stay for a while. They're the best of the bunch.
You were lucky they moved.
When I got married, we bought a house in a "quiet" neighborhood. We couldn't have known that our next-door neighbors were drug dealers. We figured we had nothing to do with them, so....who cares? Like hell!
I'm relaxing one evening & a loud motorcycle parks in front. I watch a guy around 6'10" walk up to my front door & he starts pounding on it - really pounding, the whole wall is shaking.
Without opening the door (of course), I ask "Who is it?"
He yells, "Open the f-----g door or I'll break it down."
I grabbed my 12 Gauge, went back to the door & chambered a round (makes a loud noise) & yelled, "Did you hear that?"
He says, "Yeah, & I don't give a f--k...nobody rips me off."
That gave me a clue - he mistook my house for my next-door neighbor's house where he felt they ripped him off on a drug deal.
I said, "You don't want to die for nothing; you got the wrong house; your dealers are next door....leave while you're still breathing."
A few minutes later, police swarmed the whole block & arrested everyone in the house.
Ahhhh......neighbors.........