I got one for you. Dick Pinkstaff. He was a neighbor up the hill from me, drained his pool during thunderstorms creating a mud slime into my inground pool. Happened a couple of times a year.
Used to yell out his name at the top of lungs, standing outside, in my backyard, in the thunder and lightning, fist raised to heaven. 'I can see what you are doing Dick Pinkstaff'! I drove up to his house and banged on his front door but he never answered. Anyhow he moved or died. The new people took down the pool.
And peace returned to the valley.