Damn Rugrats

We live in a sort of cul de sac of duplexes. We have 3 of the 8 (and actually CowboyNeal is moving into another one that will hopefully be in range of the wireless LAN). But it turns out that there are small children living on the opposite side of the dead end. Several of them. A herd, or a gaggle, or whatever term you use to refer to a clump of the little monsters.

When I walk out of my front door to go to the office, they are there yelling "Bang Bang Bang" and pointing invisible guns at me. We rushed them once, and now they've taken to playing ding-dong-digit every 5 minutes, and pressing their faces against the window on the front door every 10 minutes. Its a little bit disturbing. I think they're just jealous because we have more legos then they do.