I dunno, sj. I might just make a copy of the bill and polic report and tape an evelope with a note to the neighbor's door:
"Hi, I just thought you should be aware that we have vandals near our building. They damaged by AC to the tune of $X; if you see anyone lurking or damaging stuff, please call the police, as they have been notified. I would hate for this to happen to your property, so if we all keep an eye out, maybe we can prevent any more costly damage."
That way you don't blame (it might not be their fault, maybe) but if it is, then you are just being neighborly...and the kids know they are busted, that it cost money, and that cops were called. Hopefully, they won't do anything more.
Well, the neighbors are upstairs, so they don't have to worry about their windows broken, screens slashed, AC damaged, all of which have happened here but months and sometimes years apart. I know the AC is a relatively small matter, but I'm still shaky and upset.
ETA: And I'm worried if we even file the police report and they go upstairs to question them, it will just escalate the situation.
Gah, sj, what a shitty situation. I really wish you guys could live elsewhere-- or that the crappy neighbors would, yanno, disappear.
Perhaps in that sleeping wit da fishes sort of way. (Forgive me, I took a header down my deck ramp and banged the hell out of my arm, so I'm not feeling all that charitable at the moment.)
Ugh, sj, that sucks.
I had shitty neighbors once -- it was a crack house -- and it's extremely stressful to feel disturbed and unsafe in your own home.
Barb, you need to stop falling down around your house! Ow!
I used to think that one time I called the cops I was sorry I did it. I ended up misremembering the color of the guy's ballcap and he yelled at me and the cop seemed disappointed that I had wasted his time.
But later a friend pointed out that maybe this guy really was dangerous but after he was questioned by the police he decided not to do something stupid. And I'll never know because it never happened. Better that than not calling the cops and then something terrible happening that maybe I could have prevented.
Oh, I totally forgot!
Happy Birthday, Epic! I hope it's full of deliciousness of all sorts!
Perhaps in that sleeping wit da fishes sort of way. (Forgive me, I took a header down my deck ramp and banged the hell out of my arm, so I'm not feeling all that charitable at the moment.)
Ha! Neither am I. Are you ok?
But later a friend pointed out that maybe this guy really was dangerous but after he was questioned by the police he decided not to do something stupid.
I'm pretty sure my neighbors are too stupid to make such a logical decision.
Ha! Neither am I. Are you ok?
I'm more or less fine other than the ginormous bruise that's coming up on the underside of my arm-- when I slipped, my arm got caught on the railing so as a result, I didn't actually hit that hard on my ass or hips, but I did catch the force of the fall on the underside of my upper arm and to a lesser degree, my wrist.
Such a clod, I swear. My dance teacher keeps saying that all good dancers are incredible clods in real life. This portends well for me.
Ooh, bottom side of upper arm is TENDER. Ouch. I think I would rather land on my ass -- it' well-padded, and kind of used to it!
