[GH85Carrera]

There was a neighborhood kid (about 15) at my old house that was the resident drug dealer, and burglar. Several house in that area were burgled. His mom died when he was in the single digits, and his dad was just a professional drunk. I could see his house from my front porch. I saw the constant string of people coming over for a short visit.
One day he was looking in my front bay window. I was outside in the back yard and had walked around the house so I came up on him from behind and caught him in the act. I pinned him in the corner of my porch and in my meanest snarl, Clint Eastwood mad as hell voice told him if my house ever get burgled, I will come kill him. He of course started off with what if I didn't do it? I told him, I don't care, he will die, so pass the word to your punk as buddies, I get burgled, he dies.

My next door neighbor a retired cop, got hit, but I never did. He finally turned 18, and he kept getting busted. He finally got to the three strikes and yer out, and he went away for many years. The neighborhood instantly went back to no burglaries.