Well, I didn't do anything to my house, but the driver for the moving company handling my new neighbor's move did.
He got my mailbox. He got it real good. He tried to back his 18-wheeler down our secluded, small street, but got a little too close, knocked the metal post down and scratched up the mailbox rather successfully.
As shit does happen, I went out to ask him how to go about filing an insurance claim, but instead he took to hiding in his cab. I seriously stood right in front of the truck, and saw him carefully look up and then duck two times, as he would see me still standing there. When I finally did get to talk to him, he insisted on fixing it instead of me calling their corporate line. That was fine with me.
It went okay until he got more and more pissed off, claiming he hadn't hit it, and called me a liar and thief for agreeing to letting him fix the post and replace the box, all the while him and his buddy were trying to put my post back up. They went off on a rant a bit in Spanish, so I switched language, too. Then, again, he insisted he didn't hit it, said it was all a conspiracy, and claimed that it wasn't an admittance of guilt as he handed me the cash for a new box, and stormed off.
At that point my other neighbor from across the street came out and asked him why the hell he'd hit his mailbox, too.
Now there's one pissed off driver fixing another mailbox, this is all one big conspiracy, but at least my new neighbor is a cool dude. Built like a brick shithouse and into cars.