when people make me crazy

It's not hard to make my blood boil. It's really not even that difficult to aggravate me. And unfortunately for me, we've officially entered the crazy season.  It starts small - people I don't know stopping and asking if they can hunt/fish and continuously badgering when I say no, but then it begins to escalate. Like this:

• You don't have church one Wed/Sun night (or stay home sick) and find people parking in your driveway or traipsing through your yard to the pond because they think you're away at church.
• People hide their cars behind houses up for sale and walk through the weeds in the nearby field, then cut across the dam, so they're not "on" your property.
• They're not going to fish at your pond, but are hiking to the other one. 
• And when you tell them they don't have permission to be at the other pond, they respond "The man who lives there gave us permission." (Um, news flash, Bobby's mom, who is a widow, doesn't grant permission, either; and even if she did, she'd tell them to drive through HER yard, not ours which is a mile walk at least from that pond).
• You see me, or my husband, come outside to talk with you, and you take off running.
• You give my husband the finger when you leave.
• You scratch off in your car, slinging gravel from the dirt road everywhere.
• And the ultimate kicker (from the teenage couple swinging on my swing): we didn't know this was anyone's property.

And people wonder why I'm not always thrilled to have a pond behind my house.