My Neighbor Charged Her EV at My House soulayy Every Night—She Never Expected What I Did Next.

The pruning shears were cheap.

The fox was only decoration.

When Vanessa put two trash bags into my garbage bin because hers was full, I let it go.

When her children rode bicycles across my lawn, I let it go.

When a delivery driver left six packages on my porch because Vanessa had apparently told him I could receive things for her, I let that go too.

My daughter hated it.

“You teach people how to treat you, Mom.”

“I am not starting a neighborhood war over cardboard boxes.”

“You don’t need a war.”

“What do you suggest? Artillery?”

“I suggest the word no.”

I told her she sounded dramatic.