I put up the little plastic side table that holds the BIG stainless steel mixing bowl which I fill with the same Hershey's chocolate bar I have been using for the last 10+ years. I bring out my patio chair and sit there cleaning my shotgun.
When I first started doing that the cops would come and talk to me. Then they would only roll by and shine their spotlight on me. The last couple of years they wave as they go by. I am waiting for them to stop and see if they can get some candy.
Parents used to grab their kiddies' hands, move to the other side of the street, and try to hustle them past as fast as they could. In recent years they just give me the fish eye as they race-walk past.
Older kids would get about half way down the drive before they heard me ask "Aren't you a little old for this?" I've been asked if it was real, if it was loaded, but never if I would really shoot them.
Yes, the crazy fat white guy with the guns in the corner house has the scariest yard in the neighborhood. (And also the cleanest shotgun.)