At least your vacationers will eventually leave.

My aunt lives across the street from me. The back of her house faces the pond (really, it's a water runoff pond, but the association has prettied it up so it looks nice)

She had her backyard landscaped so she could get some privacy from her neighbors. Didnt work. Their little grand-brats run thru her landscaping and trample all the flowers, knock her yard creatures over and break them...or throw them into the pond.

On Easter about...4 years ago...maybe five? She put Easter baskets on her patio table for my cousins and their kids. About 10 minutes after she put the baskets on the patio table, she looked out the door and the little kids from next door had stolen them! The neighbors didnt correct their kids, they let them keep them. (those baskets had money, gift cards, and at least $50 in chocolate in each one...my aunt goes all out on her kids and grandkids)

Aunt had a butterfly chair installed in her yard near the pond. Everyone in the neighborhood apparently assumes that her yard it part of the commons, and they go out and sit on her chair, which she wouldnt mind if that's all they were doing, but the neighborhood brats, not just the next door neighbor's grandkids, have been trying to break the chair.

I was over there once with my dad, we'd seen some of the terrorists from down the street walk into her yard, she wasnt home, so dad and I walked over there. Right as we walked into the back, we saw one of those kids picking up one of my aunt's landscaping rocks, and toss it into the pond. These are not small rocks. They're supposed to hold the bank up. Another kid was holding a rock over his head and was about to toss it.

My dad used his "DAD" voice and said "STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!". (I think I covered my butt and ducked just in case he was yelling at me) The kid dropped the rock and immediately apologized. Then they took off.

Right now the next door neighbor, my aunt, and another neighbor are all having a little feud. Neighbor keeps having his son park his 18wheeler on the street, or he'll show up without the trailer and he parks the cab on the driveway. So there's this big hideous truck parked next door to my aunt. The truck is starting to crack the neighbor's driveway. (builders used crappy concrete, and there might be an underground spring under some of the houses. Undermining the driveways) My aunt and the other neighbor just really hate that truck. (smells, and the son of the neighbor likes to go outside and fire it up at 2am and let it run for awhile. It's loud and the smell of the exhaust is nasty)

Oh, and these neighbors of my aunt. They're the ones who murdered my dog TinyMonsters. They poisoned him. They poisoned his best dog friend too. (aunt's old pug, Pudge) My aunt didnt realize Pudge had been getting poisoned on a regular basis until her current pug, Stella got sick last fall after grabbing a hot dog that was mysteriously placed on the end of the patio. (dog was too quick for my aunt) Aunt had discovered suspicious hot dogs on the patio before when Pudge was still alive. Stella had the exact same symptoms as Pudge and Tiny did. Except that Tiny died pretty much immediately (within a few days of being poisoned) and Pudge had months and months of getting sicker and my aunt and the vet couldnt figure out what was wrong. (neurological symptoms) My aunt put Pudge to sleep because she couldnt figure out what was wrong, and Pudge was so sick the vet recommended it.

When Stella got sick it was exactly the same. Except this time, we were suspicious about how Tiny and Pudge had died, so my aunt kept her inside and walked her over to my yard to use the bathroom just in case the neighbors were putting something on the grass in her yard. Still have no idea what they poisoned the dogs with. Keep hoping that they'll accidentally kill themselves making their poison treats

I hate these neighbors more than I hate the terrorist kids from down the street. These neighbors are adults, but they're such horrible toxic people.

I like my neighborhood, I just hate those particular neighbors. Keep wishing they'd move. Hopefully someday.