A long time ago, in a land right next to my house, lived a cranky old SOB that was always calling the law on me and/or my kids. And in other ways acting like a Bad Neighbor. Rather than fertilizing his roses with him, I just mostly let it slide. When my daughter was about 16, my wife and I were away one weekend on business. Apparently, my neighbor got cranky with my daughter. She didn't let it slide. At 2:00 AM the next morning she had twelve (12!) Extra-Large Pizzas with double garlic and anchovies delivered to his door. The delivery guy woke him up. The delivery guy wanted his money, and he didn't leave until he got it. Those pizzas cost Captain Cranky over $150.00--and he never said a cross word to my daughter again. I didn't find about that little escapade until quite a while later, but when I did I truly knew how wonderful having an Evil Child could be.