@jibberthehut Your flag asshole reminds me of a horrid wretch of a neighbor we had a handful of years ago. (They moved a few years ago, I hope you didn't inherit them.)
My house is on a corner. This means it's automatically nominated as the school bus stop. For nearly twenty years we've been patient as hell with this, despite no small amount of property damage over the years.
I worked through the night and would sleep around 6am, and often had to be back up by 10am at the time. (If I am very lucky I could snag a 2 hour nap somewhere else during the day, but working from home gets much less flexible when you're working with people all over the dang planet with much less flexible hours due to kids or a second job.)
For two weeks, the 'fun new game while waiting for the bus' -- approximately 7-7:30am -- was 'scream tag'. As in, run all over my property, and if someone touches you, scream like you are being murdered. Right under the bedroom window. I already sleep in earplugs, people, and if something wakes me up, I'm up, because apparently life hates me. 
We are evolutionarily fucking hard-wired to respond to the sound of a child's scream; it's part of our survival instinct sampler pack. (A vulnerable member of the tribe is in danger! Fetch your spear, and murder the hungry bear!) This was consistently loud enough to wake my folks in the next house down, also. Our houses are brick and stone and there's plenty of space between everything. We are not talking flimsy drywall or townhouses here.
After two weeks waking up in a dead panic because it sounded like people were murdering children on my lawn, I called my mother to please mention the noise to the mothers outside watching over this escapade as she was heading out to work (and driving right by there) while I got dressed and tried to not look like some extra from The Walking Dead.
My mother may be the person who taught me snark and how to swear, but when it comes to 'anyone outside the family', she is one of the most horrifyingly timid and polite human beings to walk the earth. There is no way she reasonably caused the frenzy of screaming and threats and accusations that blasted through my door when I finally got dressed and got down to it. (Every ridiculous thing from 'your work schedule is unacceptable' to 'I will call the cops on you for making observations of my children without my permission' because apparently waking up to the sound of a scream and rolling over with a pillow on top of your head for two weeks without so much as glancing out the window is stalking someone's children, and all manner of over the top insanity.)
I didn't hesitate. I sent an email to the school district the moment I got back into the house. They apparently confirmed the 'scream tag' game with the bus driver, and hostile behaviors from two of the parents had been mentioned previously, and the district called me within two hours. The neighbors all had a phone call by the end of the day that the bus stop would be moving up over a block (to one of their yards).
Amazing how that shit was never tolerated on their own property.
Needless to say, if there's someone you can mention this issue to, it may help.
