Amen, Brother!
Swift & consistent offing of perps in process (including fleeing) will cause these things to cease among you, even if for no other reason than a shortage of perps.
My dad used to tell a story of him & 'the wrong crowd' he got mixedup with, taking a late night, barefooted run through a stubble field, after getting caught in a watermelon patch, by a shotgun toting, irate farmer.
Don't know if the farmer really fired at them, or just into the air, but that was the last of Dad's watermelon capers.
That would be: “Amen, Sister!”