Just a few to add to the mix, here:
After my mom passed, my dad bought a house on the same block where we used to live. I grew up with the guy who sold it to him (I can't say the words to describe him on a family forum, but he was a moron who had it in for me for some reason). I think just to get back at me, he left about a dozen half-gallon cartons of dog poop tucked into the walls of that old garage. It was one of those with the horizontal boards about every two feet apart, going up the walls. This was about 35 years ago, when that kind of thing was mostly unthinkable - people in general were nicer to each other then.
At our second house, we had a real problem with mosquitoes. We'd figured it was because the place was in the woods. One spring, I decided to clean up a bit around the little winter creek that ran across the corner and the side of the property. Found seven old tires down there, took them into the big city to the south to be "recycled", and that magically solved our mosquito problem.
Neighbor house were we (well, now it's just I) am now, the last renters that were in before this set had something in for me (Again? What do I do to these people? Mind my own business and that's what ticks them off?). But they really did a number on the place. The guy had this "excavation" business, and I'd hear machinery over there running all hours of the night. Found out after they'd moved out that the guy had buried huge chunks of concrete in the gardens (2 acres of good gardens) and had stolen at least 20 yards of topsoil from the back hill of the property.
Not only that, but by carelessly operating the excavator inside the barn, they'd screwed up several of the beams and a couple of the posts. The owner was livid, once he came back to inspect after they moved out. I knew the guy, he was a nice guy, but needed to move and still owed plenty on the property, so had decided to rent it out. Heckuva way to behave; what's wrong with people nowadays...?
Maybe it's because they didn't have any 'sweat equity' in the place.