Rich Neighbor Built a Fence on My Property While I Was Away — My Payback Was Priceless!

Rich Neighbor Built a Fence on My Property and Blocked My Windows While I Was on Vacation — I Taught Him a Perfect Lesson

After a week of beach and sun, Catherine was startled to see that Jeffrey, her new neighbour, had erected a large fence around her property. She was a single mother, so she couldn’t overlook this. How could she have given him a lesson he would never forget?

Being a single mother is challenging, but I’ve managed to adjust. I’m 40 years old, and for the past year, I’ve been raising my two boys, Chris, 8, and Liam, 10, by myself.

When I discovered their father was having an extramarital affair, I broke up with him. But that’s a tale for another occasion.

I moved in with my kids at a new house I bought around two months ago. It’s next to a lovely forest and in a quiet neighbourhood.

Before I met Jeffrey, my neighbour next door, everything about our new neighbourhood appeared ideal. From the start, we had not been on the same page.

I will always remember our initial conversation.

We had just moved in for a day when I heard someone knock on my door. When I opened it, I noticed him holding a folder at my doorstep.

Holding out his hand, he said, “Hello there, neighbour!” “My name is Jeffrey. “Welcome to the neighbourhood, dear!”

I gave him a handshake.

How charming! I pondered. If only I had known what lay ahead in the days to come.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important,” he said as he took out his folder.

“The previous owners signed this contract allowing me to build a fence on the property line.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Okay…?”

“So, I’ll be starting construction next week,” he stated obliquely.

I was taken aback. “Pardon me? You’re not even requesting my consent?”

“Well, I have the contract right here—”

I cut him off, saying, “That contract was with the previous owners.” “I’m the owner now, and I don’t want a fence blocking my view and sunlight.”

That’s when he got red in the face.

He cried, “But I need this fence for privacy!” “I’ve been planning this for months!”

“Why should I care about what the FORMER owner said?” I never received a clear response when I asked.

Jeffrey just walked out of my house with a stomp.

He and I have been at odds about this fence nearly every week since that day. It seems he wants to have elegant garden parties where his visitors can’t see into my garden.

Alright, pardon my existence!

I had to stop him from erecting that fence. I bought this property to enjoy the gorgeous sky and trees, not to gaze at wooden planks.

I had no idea that things would quickly turn much worse.

I made the decision to take my boys on a much-needed vacation a few weeks ago. Chris and Liam were so excited that they were bouncing off the walls.

“Mom, can we go to the beach?” questioned Liam.

Chris answered, “Yes! Can we also construct a massive sandcastle?”

“Of course, boys!” I said, giving them a hug. “We’ll do all that and more!”

With hopes of sun, sand, and relaxation, we set off for a weeklong vacation. If only I had understood what our return would bring.

There was something strange about our driveway when we pulled in. When I realised what had transpired, my heart fell.

I said, “Boys, stay in the car for a minute,” and got out of the car.

With every step I made towards our house, my blood boiled.

Looking over my shoulder to the right, I saw what had transpired. There was a towering wooden fence right in front of our windows. on our land. Just a foot’s distance from my windows!

“What the hell?!” I yelled without regard to who might hear.

Chris and Liam raced up behind me.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Chris enquired in a distressed tone.

I inhaled deeply. I had to keep my cool for their benefit. Nothing at all, my dear. We received a small surprise from our neighbour.

Liam scowled and remarked, “But Mom, we can’t see the trees anymore.”

My heart ached.

The gorgeous vista that my boys cherished from our windows had been replaced by Jeffrey’s foolish fence. We were unable to see the sky at all now!

This could hardly go unnoticed. Jeffrey had to learn a lesson from me.

There were two things I could do. Either go the legal path and wait for the police to intervene, or handle things myself.

My boys and I didn’t have enough time to pursue the legal option, so I went with the second one.

I went to the pet store later that evening. I knew I had a strategy that would work.

The clerk said, “Can I help you find anything?”

I gave a charming smile. Yes, I am searching for a spray that attracts animals. the most powerful one you possess.”

I went back home and waited until everyone in the neighbourhood had gone to sleep. I then approached his priceless fence and filled it to the brim with attractant liquid.

There was a strong pheromone aroma. It was intended to draw dogs so they could be trained. However, I sensed that it might draw in visitors besides canines.

I made sure the solution covered every inch of the fence by doing this multiple times over a few nights.

I waited after that.

The benefits were evident quite quickly.

I noticed a stray dog putting its leg up on the fence one evening while I was taking out the trash. I had to suppress a chuckle.

Whispering, “Good boy,” I said.

More and more animals began to visit the fence throughout the course of the following few days. Raccoons, foxes, and once even a moose! They all seemed to believe that Jeffrey’s fence was the ideal location for them to conduct business.

One morning, I saw Jeffrey find the mess from my window. His expression took on a striking hue of purple upon realising what was going on.

To my astonishment, though, he chose not to remove the barrier.

He got to work cleaning it.

Jeffrey would emerge each morning carrying a bucket and scrub brush, swearing under his breath as he removed the deposits from the previous night.

However, despite his best efforts, the pheromone smell persisted. The creatures returned, night after night.

The smell got intolerable very quickly. My boys even began to take attention.

One day, Chris held his nose and complained, “Mom, it stinks outside!”

Liam gave a nod of approval. “Yeah, can we play inside today?”

“It smells bad, guys,” I admitted to them. “Just give it a few more days, okay?”

They seemed dissatisfied, even though they nodded. Soon, I hoped, my strategy would succeed.

The following day, Mrs. Thompson, one of our other neighbours, knocked on Jeffrey’s door as I was returning from a grocery run.

I slowed down and listened in while feigning to examine my mail.

Mrs Thompson started, “Jeffrey, what in the world is that smell emanating from your garden? It’s terrible!”

Jeffrey seemed somewhat ashamed.

“Mrs. Thompson, I’m working on it. There has been a small animal issue.

She yelled, “Well, work faster!” “It’s affecting the whole neighbourhood!”

Mrs. Thompson stormed off, and I looked at Jeffrey. I had never seen him seem that contrite on a face before. I gave him a smile and hurried into my home.

That night, I stood outside my other window and watched Jeffrey use every cleaning solution imaginable to assault the fence.

For hours, he washed and sprayed, but the scent persisted. At last, he gave up the struggle and hobbled back to his home.

There was a tremendous boom outside that woke me up the following morning. I had to blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming when I peered through my curtains.

I saw Jeffrey leading a group of labourers while they removed the fence.

I was in complete shock that my scheme had succeeded!

With the excellent news, I woke the guys up. “Liam! Chris! Look outdoors, please!”

Their eyes widened as they hurried to the window to see the fence falling down.

“Mom, we can see the trees again!” Chris shouted.

Liam gave me a strong hug. “You’re the best, Mom!”

And with that, Jeffrey had learnt his lesson, and our view was once again available. But the tale doesn’t stop there.

Later that day, as I was tending to the front garden, Jeffrey came up to me.

He said, clearing his mouth, “Catherine, I, uh… I want to apologise.”

“Oh?” I played the astonished person.

He gave a nod. “I ought to have gotten your approval before installing that fence. I made a mistake.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, folding my arms.

He went on, “I’ve learnt my lesson.” “From now on, I’ll respect your property and your rights as a neighbour.”

“I accept your apology, Jeffrey,” I grinned. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

“I’d like that.”

I couldn’t help but feel pleased of Jeffrey as he left. After all, I had defended my boys and myself, and things turned out okay.

That experience showed me that, just as I had to devise a strategy to impart a lesson Jeffrey would never forget, life can occasionally place you in circumstances where you have to use your imagination to come up with a workable answer.

Do you believe what I did was appropriate?