Reminds me of a few years ago on a Sunday morning I came out to find my trees out front filled with toilet paper. And written in TP on the front lawn was “we love you Kevin”. Kevin, was the high school aged boy next door. My neighbor,his dad, thought it was terribly funny and said he was sure he knew exactly which cheerleaders were responsible. And later I heard that apparently in the dark 3 young ladies, who had been to his house before, couldn’t tell the difference between my ranch style and the two story they’d visited next door. I suspect some liquid courage may have been involved… Anyway, pulled down what I could reach and let the rains take the rest.