After my divorce, I found solace in a small house with a lawn that became my sanctuary. I planted roses, named my mower Benny, and cherished the peace of mowing and sipping sweet tea. But my neighbor Sabrina disrupted this haven, driving her SUV across my yard, destroying flowerbeds. Despite my polite requests and attempts to block her with rocks, she dismissed me with a smug smile.
Determined to reclaim my space, I laid chicken wire under the soil, turning her shortcut into a crunchy mess. When she called a lawyer, a surveyor confirmed she was trespassing. I sent proof and a note: “Respect goes both ways.” Still, she persisted. So, I installed a motion-activated sprinkler system. One morning, it doused her Lexus and her pride. Sipping coffee, I watched her stand soaked and defeated. She never crossed my lawn again.
