When I was a kid a couple of the neighbor kids thought it would be a lot of fun to harrass their neighbors (including my family) by ringing the doorbell and the running off. They were probably 10 at the time. Well, needless to say my mom didn't appreciate that very much. So, she found a good spot to hide out where they would likely see her as they approached the door. She killed the time waiting for them to show up with a good book. When they came around again she waited until they rang the door bell and started to run off. She then jumped up and caught them. Musta scared the crap out of those kids.
The downside to that story is the mom of one the kids was the wife of one of the top guys in the local Mafia. My mom said that on the one occasion she actually went into their house it looked the set of The Sopranos. Anyway, the mob mom didn't like my mom scaring her kid like that, and decided to come over (drunk, in the late-morning/early afternoon) and berate my mom for some time about how her sonny-boy was a good sonny-boy and wouldn't do crap like that. Luckily it never went beyond that.
As an aside, the mob dad eventually did prison time for, among other things, tax evasion, cocain trafficing, and gun running. His fronts for laundering the money were strip clubs and porno studios. One of his buddies got killed by a car bomb, and during the funeral reception at his house the FBI and such were parked just across the street taking photos of everyone coming and going. During one of his stints in jail, the Skippy Ice Creme truck made a number of 1-2 hour visits to the house. When she left him for a period of time, he had "actresses" and performers from his clubs rotating though his house. Apparently he would have them go out to get the newspaper. Strangely enough all the men in the neighborhood would get their newspapers at the same time.