Friggin wack jobs, if you live in mine.
Yesterday when I got home from work, I noticed that the hedges along the neighbors fence had been cut down. Sawed right at the roots. I thought it was weird, and a little irksome, since I spent a whole weekend weeding them and pulling out vines so they could grow proper this year.
Whatever, it's not my yard.
Anyhow, I put it out of mind. This morning, I was poking around the basement when I heard a knock at the door. It was the cops.
Seems someone made a call about the hedges. Wasn't me, and I figured the landlord hacked them down, though the cop said the call came from our address. Even odder.
The landlord shows up. Turns out, he didn't cut them down. The crazy hag next door paid her landscaper to cut down hedges on our yard! All so she can sit and watch our yard and windows, and call the DPH and complain whenever she can.
Nice. I can't get over the fact she had someone cut down bushes on someone elses property!
I haven't decided yet whether I'm going to do crazy walks and singing in the yard during the day, or paint a giant "FUCK YOU!" on the side of the house in glow in the dark paint.
Speaking of paint... all the walls are done. The living room and baby's room are finished. All that's left is trim, and then we can move in. Woohoo!