When I first moved to Iowa I had a crazy neighbor… I was cooking pasta one night when he started pounding on my door and would not go away. The front door was entirely glass and he could see me cooking so I couldn’t just pretend to not be there. He just kept pounding, so I came to the door and opened it the tiniest bit. He went on to freak out at me because my dog had, according to him, urinated on the sidewalk… Outside… Which he hadn’t, but even if he had it definitely would not have deserved this kind of reaction. This guy just kept ranting, he called me many names, and turned a lovely shade of purple. I was pretty sure he was going to hurt me, so I went to close my door and he put his hand up and kept it from closing (I should mention he was a big guy) and got even angrier. This went on for what felt like half an hour. He finally left when I started to cry… I reported him to the landlord and he was forced to take some anger management class. I got mace after that and made sure to leave my (other, female) dog out when I answered the door because she’s super protective of me.