Roark, that sounds like something my dad did once.
When we first moved into our new house in 1972,
my dad raked and seeded the entire lawn himself, by hand.
This was one half acre.
The grass was just emerging when the punks drove their car across our lawn diagonally,
cuz our house was on a peninsula, road on 3 sides, so they made a short cut.
So my dad, very pissed off, raked and reseeded the following afternoon/evening when he got home from work.
We had 2 huge corrugated cardboard boxes leftover from the frig and washer/dryers.
So he put them across the reseeded and re-raked area, empty as a barricade...and bait.
For 3 nights in a row, the punks ran the boxes over...
whooping and laughing as they flattened the boxes and ruined the lawn again.
They also pitched beer bottles all over the yard each night.
My dad diligently fixed the lawn each afternoon/evening when he got home form work.
On the fourth night, he fixed the lawn, unflattened the boxes and put them back in place,
then filled them with leftover cinderblocks from when they built the foundation to our house.
That night, the punks came back...but didn't get too far.
They rammed into the boxes and crunched their car, got pretty bruised up too.
My dad called the cops, and they all were hauled away.
The car was hauled away too, not before my dad put all the empty beer bottles in it that he collected over the past few nights.
