The last one on the list is weird and slightly annoying, but the rest have "just ignore" written all over them.
I love it when any of my neighbors does yard work in my yard. LOVE IT! One guy with a riding lawnmower sometimes mows 4 yards in a row (I am 4 houses over from him, but we all have pretty small yards.) I LOVE this guy. In fact, I wish the neighbor on other side of me who really cares about his lawn would just weed treat the 6 feet of what is technically my property between my driveway and the property, because when the dandelions pop up each spring I can tell it drives him crazy.
Truly crazy neighbors? Oh, I've had some of those in past residences. Just a few examples:
The thieves:
Routinely helped themselves to anything in our yard that was not nailed down or locked up. Besides the normal yard stuff like BBQ grill and snow tires from our shed, their children also pilfered more personally identifiable items from our home (jewelry, athletic equipment with our names written on in permanent marker.) One particularly unique necklace was spotted on their daughter's neck and eventually the children were banned from coming inside. My mom had a fit about the snow tires, but we couldn't prove they were ours so nothing came of that. Then there was a small row over a baseball mitt, but last straw was theft of our basketball, which somehow pushed my very mild mannered but large and apparently quite-scary-when-he-is-angry father over the top . . . several items, including things we didn't even know they had, were returned to us that day. The thieves also decided to cover their entire lawn with rocks . . . not a rock garden or well planned xeroscaping, mind you, just rocks like they throw down on an unpaved road. Weeds then grew up anyway . . . beauty.
Much to our relief, the thieves were eventually evicted for nonpayment of rent and were replaced by:
The hillbillies:
Two words: pit bulls.
The wife and youngest child were sweet but extremely low IQ. The patriarch and grown sons were just plain scary. We were in the suburbs on quarter acre lots, but they talked of shooting any neighborhood cats who strayed onto their property (although I have no idea why they thought any cat would do this; see the two words.) Daughters were instructed to steer clear of their oldest son. Rocks were mostly scraped up and their yard became a hard dirt patch for the enjoyment of the pit pack. They also had several cars on blocks in their front and back yards, one of which (a VW van) was filled to the ceiling with bags of clothes. My mom mostly felt sorry for them and their dogs who were chained up outside year round, so she befriended the wife by inviting her over for coffee once in a while and it was mostly peaceful. The dogs were definitely not friendly and we had no doubt about their plan to kill us if they ever escaped while we were outside. We bribed them by periodically sneaking them milk bone dog biscuits with the hopes that they would remember our kindness when the fateful day of their escape came.
Psycho dad:
This was years later in a townhouse complex. Psycho dad was named by another neighbor, not me . . . . we had actually been calling him psycho neighbor. So you get the idea: two different household independently came up with the same adjective for him. Think drunk on the porch all day who would skulk around at night vandalizing the property and cars of neighbors and then decide to drunk dial everyone on the neighborhood directory 100 times. One morning I watched him use the same can of spray paint on the dumpster that he had used to spray all over a neighbors car one night the week before . . . . or maybe the exact type of paint was a coincidence? Let's just say it was a larger pattern, and the HOA began trying to foreclose on him (technically for nonpayment of HOA dues.) He moved a couple of months later.