I had an episode a few months ago. I live out in the country with no neighbors close by. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of hushed voices right outside the bedroom window. I looked out and saw a vehicle down in the driveway that leads back to my barn. After properly arming myself, I snuck out the back door and worked my way around the house to where I had heard the voices. All hell broke loose as they either heard or saw me, although I didn't have my mag light turned on. Several people took off running through the yard, running toward the parked vehicle. I could hear low hanging branches snapping as they ran blindly through the dark. I unleashed a barrage that would have made Audy Murphy proud. I wasn't trying to hit them but just shooting into the ground. They dived into the car (which was backed in for a quick getaway). They took off like a bat out of hell, not even waiting for one unlucky ba$turd to get in the car, he was running down the road after the car. After they got over the knoll, out of my line of sight, I heard them stop to pick up their friend. By then I had inserted by second high capacity magazine and capped of a few more for good measure.
I found a multi pack of toilet paper near where the car was parked. Apparently it was just a failed attempt to toilet paper my house. I imagine they could have used some of that toilet paper to clean out their pants after it was over.
The good news is that, according to my teenage daughter, I now have quite a reputation around the school as one crazy S.O.B. As a homeowner and father of a teenage daughter, that's the kind of rep I don't mind having. Who knows, it may even be warranted.