Did he explain what the motive was?

Kid prank? It was fun? He wasn’t exactly forthcoming under the circumstances. He was too afraid to say a word. His mother was steaming. Apparently he had a partner...another young lad from up the street. Two boys with a little extra time on their hands under the cover of darkness. Too good to resist, I imagine. The next wave of pranksters has arrived. It’s been a quiet couple of years since the last wave grew up. It was nice while it lasted. ;)

Couln’t have been just a Scroogian bah, humbug attitude about this allegedly-festive season, could it?  Or perhaps wondering about all the non-renewable resources consumed by all those lightbulbs?

Not that I’d ever act out any wishes to extinguish any of those gaudy displays.

And not to say that your lights are gaudy.  Just to say bah, humbug.

N, I think you’re anthropomorphizing homo juvenilis, ascribing levels of thought that the species hasn’t exhibited in our other studies. 

Well, maybe the kid’s a boy-genius or something.  At some point, they do start thinking like H. sapiens.

In truth, I agree that this was likely nothing but a prank, done because it could be done.

Oooh N, you do humbug way better than I do.

But as Linkmeister says, you’re giving too much credit to the young lads. Ten or eleven years of age...nah, they’re still heavily into Christmas. And deviltry.

PS. I wouldn’t be too offended if you did call my lights gaudy. If it was just up to me, there wouldn’t be any. Just pretty wreaths and swags of evergreen and maybe the porch light. But as stated, M reaaaaallly goes in for the decorating in a big way. I don’t have it in me to disappoint her. She’s very tasteful, but she does like those white icicle lights.

LOL, that was pretty creative for that age. And pretty ballsy too! I would kill my son though.

Jennifer—no names, now...but recall the child who liked to spike our tires, key our cars and leave dog poop bombs on people’s doorsteps? Guess his mom is pretty irate over these two young lads.  Tomatoes stuffed in her car’s tailpipe and loud football games out in the street among other delights. Complaining bears little fruit. “I just don’t understand why these parents can’t control their children,” she said.

Isn’t the world an interesting place?