We woke up to the sound of a gunshot this morning and didn't even think to call the police (there wasn't screaming or anything).
There have been a couple nights when loud "partying" across the road has kept us from sleeping. One weekend the sound of yelling was mixed with the sound of chainsaws. Tyler went and got a hammer, the only thing we own remotely close to a weapon, and placed it by our bed. I didn't find this comforting.