Ever caught your neighbor destroying your property? I did. Bob, our neighborhood bully, was chopping down our hedge in the middle of the night. With each snip, he dug his own grave, as karma had a surprise in store that would leave him reeling.
Have you ever woken up to find your property invaded by a nosy neighbor? Well, let me tell you, it’s not a fun experience. I’m Meryl, and I’ve got a story for you about our thorn of a neighbor, Bob. He was the neighborhood bully everyone feared. But you know what they say about karma, right?
Here’s a little backstory before I reveal the main picture — My husband Jose and I had just moved into this charming neighborhood, but the houses were packed so close together.
I couldn’t stand how our nosy neighbor Bob could peer straight into our kitchen. It gave me the creeps.
“Jose, can you believe this view?” I sighed, staring out our kitchen window at the neighbor’s house. “I feel like I’m living in a fishbowl.”
My husband looked up from his coffee, frowning. “Yeah, it’s not ideal. But hey, we got this place at a great price, remember?”
I nodded, but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. From our kitchen window, I could practically count the freckles on our neighbor’s nose. Can you imagine the kind of unease I felt?
“What if we plant a hedge?” Jose suggested, wrapping an arm around my waist. “It’ll give us some privacy, and it’ll look nice too.”
I perked up at the idea. “That sounds perfect! But won’t it be expensive?”
Jose shrugged. “Probably. But I think it’ll be worth every penny.”
Little did we know just how right he’d be.
Soon, I stood in our kitchen, admiring our new lush green hedge. It was beautiful, and more importantly, it blocked out the prying eyes of our neighbor, Bob.
“This is amazing, Jose!” I beamed, grabbing a cup of coffee. “I can actually relax in our own home now.”
Jose grinned. “Told you it’d be worth it. And hey, we don’t have to worry about that Bob guy anymore. I heard he’s pretty rude.”
I nodded, remembering the whispered warnings from other neighbors. “Yeah, let’s just keep to ourselves. With this hedge, we shouldn’t have any problems.”
Oh, how wrong I was.
Just a week later, I woke up to a horrifying sight. Half of our beautiful hedge was hacked to pieces.
“Jose!” I yelled. “Come look at this!”
Jose rushed to the window, his jaw dropping. “What the hell happened?” he shrieked.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Who would do this?”
Jose’s face hardened. “I think I have a pretty good idea. Tonight, we’re staying up. We’re gonna catch this jerk red-handed.”
That night, Jose and I put out the lights and huddled by the window, waiting. Around midnight, we heard a faint rustling sound.
“There!” I whispered, pointing to a shadowy figure by our hedge.
We raced outside, and I felt my blood boil. There was Bob, pruning shears in hand, hacking away at our plants.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jose shouted.
Bob turned around, a smug grin on his face. “Oh, hello neighbors. Just doing some late-night gardening.”
I couldn’t believe his nerve. “On our property? Are you insane?” I yelled.
Bob’s grin widened. “Your property? I don’t think so. These crappy plants are on my side of the line. I have every right to remove them.”
Jose stepped forward, his fists clenched. “You’re out of your mind, Bob. We paid for these plants, and they’re clearly on our side.”
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