I once had white trash neighbors, not quite as bad as you described. One day a week I work a half shift, and arrive home around 1am. I parked my car and got out, and then heard a rustling sound in the yard next door. My young daughter was on vacation from school and ran out to greet me. She heard the noise too and asked what it was. We got a flashlight to investigate, and we shone the light on the neighbor's super long lawn. What we suddenly revealed was surreal; the mother / woman neighbor was on her hands and knees, crawling around in the grass like a wild animal, at 1am in the dark. She stared at us with a blank look in her eyes. I told my daughter "let's go in the house" and locked the door. I wish I had taken a picture.
