Not funny anymore

Yesterday evening when I came home from work, the two remaining jack-o-lanterns that sat outside our front door were in pieces on the ground, one floor below. Our next-door neighbor said she saw them intact not but half an hour previous.

I am angry that someone would make the effort to walk upstairs to touch our personal things and destroy them. So what if the pumpkins were sagging a little and rotting slowly? (Those baby pumpkins of pre-Halloween were in perfect condition, but that's beside the point.) I am freaked out by someone we don't know being so close to our private space. I am bothered that this happened in the few minutes between Tim leaving the house and me arriving, as though this vandal knew our schedule. I don't know most of my neighbors. I don't want them to know me.