When I was a little kid my parents were over-protective. I don't remember how old I was, maybe 8, but it was the first time my parents let me stay home by myself. I opened our front door a crack, put our dining room table and a chair on its side, spilled a box of Cheerios on the floor, and went upstairs to my mom's jewelry box and took everything out and put it in one of my shoes in my closet.
I then took a crayon and wrote a note on the front door saying "give me money or he won't come back."
I fell asleep in the living room watching TV and when my parents returned home that night, I didn't exactly get the reaction I wanted. Instead of them being scared they were angry I made such a mess so I spent the night vacuuming the entire house and cleaning my mess.
"The Spectacle has, indeed, an emotional attraction of its own, but, of all the parts, it is the least artistic, and connected least with the art of poetry. For the power of Tragedy, we may be sure, is felt even apart from representation and actors. Besides, the production of spectacular effects depends more on the art of the stage machinist than on that of the poet."
--Aristotle