When Mark moved in next door, his scowl arrived before his lawnmower—loud, aggressive, and relentless. I welcomed him with backyard honey and muffins. He sneered and shut the door.
I tried again: sunflower cuttings, friendly waves—nothing but grunts. Then one morning, I found my flower bed gone. Roses, marigolds, lavender—all replaced by a slab of fresh cement.
He thought I was harmless. Big mistake.
I filed police reports, reported his illegal shed, and took him to court—with photos and witnesses. He lost. The judge ordered him to rebuild my garden, flower by flower, under supervision.
Meanwhile, I partnered with a local beekeeping group. We expanded the hives and planted wildflowers. Soon, the bees began visiting his yard—especially the trash bins and lawn.
The mower got quieter. Justice, it seems, blooms sweetly.
Moral: Never mistake kindness for weakness—and never mess with a neighbor who knows how to sting back.