When I was pregnant for DD 10, a neighbor called and wanted to talk with DH. I let because we never had problems with him....suddenly DH was yelling and so mad and hung up and told me to call the police because all our lives had just been threatned. He told me the man said he was coming over to kill all of us and then he showed up. I was on the phone with the police when the man showed and DH took out his 22 and shot 3 shots (in the air, aimed at our cypress tree, near the house). Well, the police happened to be next door and she and the neighbor acted like DH had shot at the man, so DH was arrested.
Daddy knew something was up and called and I told him what had happened, so he came over and while they were taking our gun and handcuffing DH, Daddy punched the neighbor, knocking him on his butt, so Daddy also got arrested.
I was able to prove that from where DH was standing and where the man was, that it was mathamatically impossible for him to have hit anywhere near him and where the bullet casings were found establish our story, but we had to go thru all kinds of crap.
It came to our attention later on that the police officer had to stand before the sherriff and explain why she had lied. She told him her chief ordered her to falsify the reports, which he denied, so she was fired.
But the whole neighborhood thinks DH is crazy and no one messes with us. He is a bit highstrung, actually. All the little kids come here to play with my girls and they go home and talk saying, "Miss Rhoda is killing her animals to eat them!!" so they have this idea about me as well.
I recall on that terrible day when one cop was saying if he had been there he'd have shot my husband, which I said he hadn't shot at anyone. He said that DH had just missed, but I said, "My husband could hit a 5Lb rabbit from that distance. As if he'd miss a 150 Lb man. He didn't try to hit him." People rather think the worst anyway and it has served us well. No one messes with us.