There Goes the Neighborhood

I swear, I need to go live far, far away from other humans. I'll move into the woods and send Dan out for supplies.
Our apartment, as you may know, is located above a business, and we are the only people who live in the building. It's wonderful because it's really quite and private. We have a big yard, so it's easy to forget about the closest neighbor (unless they're blasting Eminem out of their car while having some sort of party in their yard, but let's not talk about that).
Next to us is a little motel, which I was a bit nervous about before moving in because I didn't know what it was like. Turns out it's cute, mostly old people and families stay there and have picnics in the yard. Once, when Phish was in town, it was overrun with mangy hippies (who also took over our parking lot), but that was the worst thing that's happened since we've moved in.
UNTIL NOW.
Sunday evening I walked over to Stewarts to get some english muffins, and on my way back I saw a woman in pajamas standing just outside the motel yard, in our parking lot. Something about her made me nervous, I could tell from far away that she was insane (my crazy detector got really sharp in Minneapolis). I darted into my apartment and locked the door behind me. When I went on our front porch to put my shoes away, she was directly in front of our apartment looking up at me.  Jesus. I also noticed that she was wearing headphones and singing. Loudly.
All day Monday she was outside the motel singing and carrying on in a generally insane way. Dan got his first glimpse of her as he came home from work.
Tuesday I was doing homework, and I hear screaming of obscenities coming from the direction of the motel. Of course it's our pajama clad buddy fighting with her beer-belly and wife-beater clad man friend. They went at it off and on all. day. long.
Yesterday was a repeat of Tuesday, and today was similar except there was less fighting and more dancing. Like, she was really dancing. And her man friend was just out there messing around with his cell phone.
So tonight, I'm trying to finish up some homework at like 9:30, and I hear our buddies hollerin'. They are again in front of our apartment having a fight. So we call the motel and explain the situation, and the manager promises to talk to them. Sine then, I've heard them off and on, so I'm not sure it did much good.
Hopefully, their little vacation (honeymoon?) will be over soon. Because of our tattling, we are a little nervous that they will try to break in and kill us in the night (actually, I've been worried about that since I first laid eyes on her--these people are feekin' scary)  constructed a Home Alone-esque trap of our full recycling bin in front of the door. Try to sneak in while we sleep now, crazies!