Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold. Bad neighbors aren’t worth shit.
Bad neighbors: Besides being Crazy-AssedVangelists (must be a sect that thought that feces were tacked to the church door) who have home-schooled Children of The Corn Monsters and trained them in the family tradition of grifting while not paying taxes, COVID seems to bring out the best of them.
When one of the teen-ferals was infected with COVID, he’d post publicly about how he’d walk in a local park actively trying to infect people. They are a LOVELY family who always seem to have too many cars (and love blocking my driveway with them. I’ve the cell number of the local community relations cop and when they do this, I snap a pic, send it to her, and then call the station to have it towed. Around the fourth in the past they’ve enjoyed setting off loud fireworks displays while making sure they turn their backs when I come out of my house. So, this year? Different verse, same as the first.
“Why officer, we never set off fireworks…!”
“Would you like to explain this picture then…?”
Compounding matters, they hate me because I’m an Atheist, hate TFG, and hate Repugs who think installing a flag pole is the first improvement a new homeowner should make, and because I support Democracy and President Biden.
My last interaction was when the husband ( a college professor at an Alt-Right University ) came up to me, way too close for social distancing, and asked when we would retire and move. I told him never.
They seem to have added some other neighbors into their “game” too. They know I like backyard quiet time at night, so nearby houses have set up Stalag-17 type lamps that point into my backyard at several thousand candle power each that turn on when I sit on my deck. Also, the new game is to… whenever anyone sees me leave my house… to chirp one of their car alarms. Also, they try to make the tree in front of my house the neighborhood dog-drop spot. That and when the lovely Haus-Frau push their entitled spawn strollers in front of my house, they drop the wrappers of their litter’s toddler snacks right in the street.
Sadly, there’s only so much I can do legally…