When I first moved into the neighborhood, a young couple had taken over a grandfather's house (he was in assisted living) and were selling drugs out of it. Those ladies appeared on their porches every time a buyer came by and took pics of their license plates. Three months later the family sold.
I know that's right. Aunties don't play. My mom and I lived together and the young guys living next door looked out for her almost better than I did. One evening we were coming home and they told us someone was lurking on our porch at like 1 a.m. and we wouldn't have to worry about that ever again.