Neighbors around me are pretty accepting. Former Marine to the left of me, older woman to my right whose husband had firearms. Several other neighbors know that I have them, but don't seem to mind.
Being a single guy, I sometimes have 'baking frenzies' (yeah, I'm domestic, so sue me!
), and the neighbors get the treats. Being one guy, I can't very well eat 8 dozen cookies! Maybe the treats keep 'em quiet. LOL
This past fall, we had new neighbors move in across the street, and I left them a goodie basket when they weren't home. Well, they returned the favor, and the look on their face was priceless when I opened the door. I think they were expecting some old lady or something.
Instead, they saw a mid-30's long haired (growing for Locks of Love) hippie freak, wearing a Dillon Aero GE Mini-gun shirt. I could see the wheels were turning, as they tried to figure me out.
I must have been accepted, they're still talking to me!