There were 2 idiots out there that night. One was trying to be the sheriff of the neighborhood and the other quite possibly over reacted to Barney Fife getting up in his bidness.
Heh, I saw someone in my neighborhood that I didn't recognize. I didn't question them or shoot them...hell, I didn't even confront them. I figured that maybe, just maybe, they were visiting someone.
PS. They were the color of Martin in a neighborhood that is 99.9% the color of Casper the Friendly Ghost. Must be my neighbors aren't waterheads either because they didn't come out implying the guy didn't belong or come out ready to shoot. The guy waved when I was out having a cigar and he was walking down the sidewalk after he was done visiting...almost pulled my gun at that point but I just gave him a dirty look and kicked my dog.
If I made that hand purple, we'd have to cut it off.