You'd Better Run!

Friday night at about 2:30 am our doorbell rang repeatedly like 5 times. It only woke up me, not Steve or Carissa. But it scared me, and I woke up Steve. We went and looked out the front door, but of course no one was there. We waited a few minutes, then returned to bed. At about 2:45 or so, they did it again. It was just as we were dozing off again. Steve jumped up out of bed, ran to the front door, yanked it open, and saw 4 kids standing in the cul-de-sac. He yelled, "You'd better run mother f'rs! (He said the real word) You'd better run!" and he CHASED them up the street! They ran straight to their house on the lit road (they live in that big huge white house at the end of the street). Steve had run in the shadows along the houses and reached the end of the street before they did. He said he chose not to go catch any of them ---- because he was in his boxers! hahahaha! Anyway, the boys crawled into a bedroom window in the house. So Steve came home and got dressed, then went back and rang the doorbell of the house. No one came, so he went home. He went back the next day and ended up talking to the mom. He said it was a waste of time to talk to her, though. Steve did this once before at our old house. He ran after some kid who was ringing our doorbell and running. This kid, however, he caught. He grabbed the kid and dragged him back to the kid's house and told his father. It's really funny. So I recommend that you NEVER ring our doorbell and run. Steve WILL chase you down the street.