Entitled Neighbor Buried My Pond – I Showed Him Why You Don’t Cross an Older Woman
When Margaret’s entitled neighbor Brian filled in her beloved pond while she was away, he had no idea of the fierce, determined response he’d provoke. Margaret, who seemed like a lonely older woman, devised a plan that turned Brian’s life upside down. Let me tell you, at 74 years old, I’ve seen my fair share of drama. But nothing could have prepared me for the hullabaloo that unfolded right in my own backyard.
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.
