Entitled Neighbor Buried My Pond – I Showed Him Why You Don’t Cross an Older Woman (Page 2 ) | September 11, 2024

I’m Margaret, and I’ve been living in this cozy little house for two decades now. It’s been my slice of heaven, where I’ve watched my three kids grow up and now welcome my seven grandkids for summer splashes and weekend barbecues. There’s always someone dropping by, filling the place with laughter and love.The crown jewel of my property? A beautiful pond that my dear old granddaddy dug himself. It’s been the heart of our family gatherings for years.The grandkids love splashing around in it, and I swear, sometimes I think they love the pond more than they love me! Everything was peachy keen until Brian moved in next door about five years ago. From day one, that man had a bee in his bonnet about my pond. “Margaret!” he’d holler over the fence. “Those frogs are keeping me up all night! Can’t you do something about them?” I’d just smile and say, “Oh, Brian, they’re just singing you a lullaby. Free of charge!” But he wasn’t having any of it. “And the mosquitoes! Your pond is breeding them like crazy!” “Now, Brian,” I’d reply, “I keep that pond cleaner than a whistle. Those mosquitoes are probably coming from that heap of junk in your yard.” He’d huff and puff, but I’d just go about my business. I figured he’d get used to it eventually, but I was wrong. One fine day, I decided to visit my sister in the next state over. I was looking forward to a couple of days of gossip and gin rummy. Little did I know that I’d come back to a sight that would make my blood run cold. As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed something was off. The usual shimmer of water that greeted me was gone. In its place was… dirt. My heart sank to my toes as I scrambled out of the car.My neighbor from across the street, sweet old Mrs. Johnson, came hurrying over. “Oh, Margaret! I’m so glad you’re back. I tried to stop them, but they said they had orders!” “Stop who? What orders?” I was in a daze, staring at the muddy patch where my beloved pond used to be. “A crew came by yesterday. Said some company hired them to drain and fill the pond,” Mrs. Johnson said. “I told them you weren’t home, but they had paperwork and everything!” I felt like I’d been sucker-punched. Twenty years of memories were gone in a day. And I knew exactly who was behind it. “Brian,” I muttered, my hands clenching into fists. “What are you going to do?” Mrs. Johnson asked, worry etched on her face. I squared my shoulders. “Oh, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. That man thinks he can push around a sweet old lady? He’s about to learn why you don’t cross a woman like Margaret!” First things first, I called my family. My daughter Lisa was outraged. “Mom, this is criminal! We need to call the police!” “Hold your horses, sweetie,” I said.“We need proof first.” That’s when my granddaughter Jessie piped up. “Grandma! Remember that bird camera we set up in the oak tree? It might have caught something!” Well, wouldn’t you know it, that little camera turned out to be our secret weapon. We reviewed the footage, and there was Brian, clear as day, directing a crew to fill in my pond. He looked like a kid who’d just gotten away with stealing cookies from the jar. “Gotcha,” I said, a grin spreading across my face. It seemed like Brian thought I would just let it slide because I am old and live alone. Little did he know that I had a few tricks up my sleeve. The first thing I did was call the local environmental agency. “Hello,” I said sweetly. “I’d like to report the destruction of a protected habitat.” The man on the other end sounded confused. “Protected habitat, ma’am?” “Oh yes,” I replied. “You see, my pond was home to a rare species of fish. I registered it with your agency years ago. And someone just filled it in without permission.”Well, let me tell you, those agency folks don’t mess around when it comes to protected species. Within days, they were knocking on Brian’s door with a fine that would make your eyes water. “Sir, we’re from the Environmental Protection Agency,” one of the officials said. “We’re here regarding the illegal destruction of a protected habitat on your neighbor’s property.” Brian’s face paled. “What? Protected habitat? It was just a pond!” “A pond that was home to a registered rare species of fish, Mr. Thompson. We have evidence that you ordered its destruction without proper authorization.”“This is ridiculous!” Brian sputtered, his voice rising. “That old lady’s pond was a nuisance! I was doing the neighborhood a favor!”“Well, sir, that ‘favor’ comes with a fine of $50,000 for violating environmental protection laws.” Brian’s jaw dropped. “Fifty thou— You can’t be serious! This is all a misunderstanding. That pond was—” I couldn’t help but smile when I secretly heard their conversation. But I wasn’t done yet. My grandson Ethan, bless his heart, is a hotshot lawyer in the city. I gave him a ring. “Ethan, dear,” I said. “How would you like to help your grandma stick it to a neighborhood bully?” Ethan was all too happy to help. Before Brian could say “frivolous lawsuit,” he was served with papers for property damage and emotional distress. Now, I could have left it at that, but I had one more card to play. Brian’s wife, Karen, had always seemed like a decent sort. One evening, I saw her coming home from work and decided it was time for a little chat. “Evening, Karen,” I called out. “Got a minute?” She looked tired but managed to smile. “Of course, Margaret. What’s on your mind?”I invited her over for a cup of tea and spilled the beans about the pond. I told her about my grandfather digging it, about the kids learning to swim in it, about the fish and the frogs, and the summer nights spent around it. Karen’s face went from confused to horrified as I spoke. “Margaret, I had no idea,” she gasped. “Brian told me the city ordered the pond filled for safety reasons!” “Well,” I said, patting her hand. “Now you know the truth.” The next few days were quiet. Brian’s car disappeared, and the neighborhood gossip mill went into overdrive. Word was that Karen had asked Brian to leave after learning what he had done. Then, one morning, I woke up to the rumble of machinery. I peeked out my window and nearly fell over in shock. There was a crew in my yard, and they were digging! I hurried outside to find Karen overseeing the whole operation. When she saw me, she smiled. “Morning, Margaret. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought it was time to set things right.” Turns out, Karen had hired a crew to restore my pond. As we watched them work, she confided in me. “Brian’s been mixed up in some shady business deals,” she said, her voice low. “This whole pond thing was just him lashing out because of his own problems.”Well, with the pond being restored, the environmental agency dropped its charges. Meanwhile, Ethan also convinced me not to go ahead with the lawsuit. That boy always has a way with words. As for Brian, he skulked off to another state, his tail between his legs. Karen, on the other hand, became a regular visitor. She even started helping me maintain the pond, saying it was the least she could do. One evening, as we sat by the newly restored pond, watching the sunset reflect off the water, Karen turned to me with a twinkle in her eye. “You know, Margaret,” she said, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad Brian messed with your pond.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?” She smiled. “Because if he hadn’t, I might never have known what a wonderful neighbor I had right next door.” We clinked our iced tea glasses and laughed. Who would have thought that a little pond could cause so much trouble and bring about so much good? So, here I am, 74 years young, with a restored pond, a new friend, and a story that’ll be told at family gatherings for years to come. Life sure has a way of surprising you, doesn’t it?And let me tell you, if there’s one lesson to be learned from all this, it’s that you should never, ever underestimate a grandmother with a grudge and a good lawyer in the family!

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