Living in a new neighborhood is supposed to be exciting. Fresh starts, new friends, and a chance to settle into a new rhythm. But apparently, it also meant dealing with the most obnoxious neighbor I’d ever encountered.

What started as a simple argument escalated into something far stinkier. Literally.

It was a usual Wednesday morning, and I was getting ready for work, coffee in one hand, keys in the other. Everything was going smoothly, or at least it was until I stepped out of my front door.

That’s when I saw it. A mountain of trash, right there in my yard.

Trash bags, empty food containers, old newspapers, and even what looked like a broken chair were piled so high I couldn’t even get to my car.

And the smell? Let’s just say I gagged the moment it hit me.

What the heck? I thought, staring at the mess in disbelief. Who does something like this?

As I looked around for some kind of explanation, my eyes landed on my not-so-nice neighbor, Andy.

He was standing across the street on his porch, sipping his coffee and grinning like the Cheshire cat.

His smug expression said it all.

Of course, it was him. Who else would pull a stunt like this?

I glared at him, and he raised his mug in a mock toast before turning and heading back inside. My hands clenched into fists.

If he thought this was funny, he had no idea who he was messing with.

But before I get to what I did next, let me give you some context.

I moved into this neighborhood about three months ago. It’s a quiet, charming little street, and most of the neighbors were friendly and welcoming. Honestly, I thought I’d hit the jackpot.

Even Andy seemed fine at first. He came over when I was moving in, introduced himself, and even offered to help unload some boxes.

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” he’d said, flashing a big smile. “I’m Andy, and I live right across the street.”

“Hi, Andy,” I’d replied. “Thank you so much for the help.”

He even told me never to hesitate knocking on his door if I needed help. Back then, I thought he was such a sweet man. He told me he lived alone after parting ways with his wife, and had a job in tech.

I really thought he was a nice man, but then his true colors started to show.

For one, he had this habit of leaving his trash bags on the street instead of putting them in the can.

At first, I ignored it, figuring it wasn’t my business. But when the stray cats got into the bags and spread garbage everywhere, it started to bother me.

Then there were his late-night DIY projects. I’m talking power tools at midnight.

“Is he building a rocket ship?” I’d once joked to another neighbor.

She rolled her eyes and said, “This isn’t something new, Evelyn. He’s been doing this for months now. I wonder what he’s building in there.”

Still, I let it slide. Live and let live, right?

But everything came to a head yesterday morning.

I was heading out for work when I saw Andy dragging another trash bag to the curb. Not to the can, mind you, just dumping it there like the street was his personal landfill.

This time, I couldn’t keep quiet.

“Hey, Andy!” I called out, marching toward him. “Do you think you could actually put your trash in the can for once?”

Andy turned to me with that annoying smirk. “What’s the big deal? It’s just trash.”

“The big deal,” I said, crossing my arms, “is that the rest of us have to deal with the mess when stray cats tear it open. It’s disgusting.”

“Not my problem,” he shrugged. “Cats are everywhere. What do you want me to do, Evelyn? Build a fence around the whole street?”

“Here’s a wild idea,” I shot back. “How about you just use the trash can? It’s literally right there.”

Andy snorted. “You sound like my ex. Always telling me what to do.”

“Well, maybe your ex had a point,” I snapped, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

That wiped the smirk off his face.

He took a step closer, his tone turning icy. “Listen, lady, I don’t need you lecturing me about my trash habits. Mind your own business.”

“This is my business,” I retorted, gesturing toward the street. “We all live here, Andy. Maybe try being a decent neighbor for once.”

“You’ve got a lot to say for someone who’s been here, what, three months?” he said. “Maybe you should learn to keep your nose out of other people’s lives.”

I stared at him, stunned by his arrogance. “And maybe you should learn some basic manners.”

Andy let out a sharp laugh, stepping back toward his house. “Don’t worry, Evelyn. I’ll teach you what manners are.”

Before I could respond, he disappeared inside, slamming the door behind him. I stood there for a moment, fuming, before shaking my head and heading to my car.

What a jerk, I thought.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on his annoying habits. I had a busy day ahead, and I wasn’t about to let him ruin it.

By the time I got home that evening, I’d mostly forgotten about Andy and his trash bags. I had dinner, caught up on some emails, and went to bed, thinking it was just another day in the neighborhood.

But when I woke up the next morning and saw that pile of trash blocking my driveway, I realized Andy wasn’t just an inconsiderate neighbor.

He was also a petty one.

And if this was his idea of payback, well, let’s just say I had a plan to make sure he never tried it again.

I somehow managed to make it to work that day, though the image of Andy’s smug face stayed with me. My stomach churned every time I thought about the pile of trash blocking my yard.

But instead of letting my anger fester, I decided to channel it into action.

During my lunch break, I pulled out my phone and called Brandon, an old friend of mine who owned a transport service. If anyone could help me execute my plan, it was him.

“Evelyn!” he answered cheerfully. “What’s up?”

“I need a favor,” I said.

“Of course you do,” he chuckled. “What is it this time? Moving furniture? Fixing your car?”

“Actually, I need an excavator.”

There was a long pause before Brandon burst out laughing. “An excavator? What the heck, Evelyn? What are you planning to do, dig up your entire yard?”

“Something like that,” I said cryptically, not ready to spill the details just yet. “Can you bring one over to my house late tonight?”

“Tonight?” His tone turned skeptical. “Evelyn, what are you up to?”

“I promise I’ll explain later,” I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Just trust me on this. I need it. Please?”

Brandon sighed. “You’re lucky you’re my friend. Fine, I’ll be there around midnight. But you’d better not get me into trouble.”

“You’re the best,” I said with a grin. “I owe you one.”

When I got home later that evening, Andy was out on his porch again, sipping his coffee. As I walked up to my house, he called out, “How’s the trash, Evelyn? Smells nice, doesn’t it?”

I clenched my jaw and ignored him, walking straight inside without giving him the satisfaction of a response.

Just wait, Andy, I thought to myself. You won’t be smiling for long.

Hours later, as the clock struck midnight, I heard an engine roaring outside my window. As I was about to go check if it was Brandon, his text lit up my phone.

I’m here, he wrote.

I threw on a jacket and stepped out to meet him. Brandon was standing next to an excavator, his arms crossed and a look of disbelief on his face.

“Evelyn,” he began, pointing at the pile of trash. “What is all this?”

“This,” I said, gesturing dramatically at the mess, “is why I called you.”

Brandon’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay, I’m almost afraid to ask, but what exactly are we doing here?”

“We’re going to use that excavator to pick up this trash and drop it on Andy’s house.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I asked, squinting my eyes.

Brandon hesitated, glancing nervously at the trash pile and then at me. “Evelyn, are you sure about this? What if we get caught? I don’t want to end up in handcuffs because you’re waging war on your neighbor.”

I patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Relax. I’ve got everything under control. Andy started this, and I have proof. My CCTV camera caught him dumping all this trash in my yard. If he tries to call the cops, it’ll backfire on him.”

Brandon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Maybe,” I said with a shrug. “But you’re still going to help me, right?”

He groaned. “Fine. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you.”

With that, we got to work. Brandon fired up the excavator, and I guided him as he scooped up the trash pile, one heap at a time.

It didn’t take long for the commotion to wake Andy. His front door flew open, and he came storming out.

“What the heck are you doing?!” he screamed, pointing at the excavator. “Are you out of your mind?”

I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “Just returning the favor, Andy. How does it feel to have trash dumped on your property?”

Andy’s face twisted in anger. “You can’t do this! I’ll call the cops!”

“Go ahead,” I chuckled. “But just so you know, I have security footage of you dumping all this garbage in my yard first. You really want to explain that to the cops?”

He stared at me for a few seconds as he realized he was trapped.

“You’re insane!” he finally shouted.

“Maybe,” I said with a smirk. “But at least I know how to use a trash can.”

Andy threw his hands up in defeat and stomped back into his house, slamming the door behind him.

Then, Brandon turned off the excavator and looked at me, still wide-eyed.

“Evelyn, I thought for sure we were going to jail when he came out. But you… you’re a genius! You handled that like a pro.”

I laughed, feeling a mix of relief and triumph. “Thanks, Brandon. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Anytime,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “But next time you need my help, maybe let’s stick to something less… illegal-adjacent?”

“Deal,” I said with a chuckle. “And don’t worry. Something tells me Andy won’t be messing with me again.”

As I headed back inside, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

Andy had tried to intimidate me, but I’d shown him exactly what happens when you mess with the wrong neighbor. And thanks to friends like Brandon, I’d handled it in a way he’d never forget.

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