When I lived in Naples, Florida, there were two incidences in the same year of spurned ex-lovers (or variations thereof) who drove their cars into apartments/houses. One guy even drove all the way home on the rims (the tires were destroyed in the wreck), and stumbled drunkenly into bed, only to be woken up hours later by the sound of police helicopters hovering over his house. The grooves in the road led them there better than breadcrumbs.
I think you're not allowed to park on the street overnight here.