Anyone of you who's got rugrats, tell them to stop "ding dong ditch"ing my cabin. Running up and peeking through windows on a dare is bad enough.
Regardless of the rumors, I'm not a big angry hermit ogre who traps children in my basement and cooks them in a large pot... One, I don't have a basement. Two, children are too stringy for my taste and give me a case of heartburn something awful.