I’ve had my fair share of difficult neighbors, but Todd? He topped them all. He moved in next door with a fake smile and a camera crew, turning my late grandmother’s garden into a biohazard zone by rerouting his sewage line to save money. As his renovations escalated, so did his obnoxious behavior.I’m Betty, 30, living in my grandparents’ charming cottage. Their garden was my sanctuary until Todd moved in. From day one, he was a jerk—barking orders at his movers, insulting my home, and demanding I remove my 70-year-old oak tree because it blocked his precious “outdoor content” sunlight. A month later,
something was off. The smell in my garden changed, and my plants started dying. A plumber confirmed my worst fear: Todd had rerouted his sewage into my garden. Furious but not ready to confront him just yet, I devised a plan with my cousin Nate,