Victory struck in the trash can wars this morning when the neighbors got sloppy and started crashing around outside. I hopped out of bed and tore back the curtain to make sure our remaining can wasn’t being carted off on the back of someone’s truck. Lo and behold THERE WERE THE NEIGHBORS, scurrying around with their garage door open, revealing a row of trash cans – unused and in their garage – with my house number on it.
I stood there in my pajamas with my mouth hanging open.
CHRIS I FOUND OUR TRASH CANS!!
The guy outside must’ve heard me yell because he jumped in his car on the double and hollered something to the wife who got the google eyes, quickly shutting the garage door before running around to join him.
For over a year I’ve repeatedly replaced mysteriously vanishing trash cans, wondering if the UFOs were getting them. It got so bad I actually started to feel like we were being targeted, followed by a brief convo with self that maybe I needed the pills, only to find out I was right all along? Oh hell no.
This is war bitches.
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Right?? Franklin and I were out on the deck enjoying the evening breeze when I heard barking and growling and more barking and growling. Then the one neighbor screamed REBEL YOU GO HOME! Rebel wasn’t having it, ran over and nipped at him. When the guy tried to scurry away with his own small dog on the leash, Rebel ran over and bit him. Nadia, I haven’t come this far to end up in someone’s garage, possibly in one of my own garbage cans, at the hands of some lunatic dog. Hahaha! (only kind of kidding)
Haha! Omg, you make me laugh. (Except that dog biting part. Not so funny.)
Are you going to have a little “chat” with them?
I thought about it, but then when they had their dog off the leash for 3 hours last night and it bit their neighbor in the alley I reconsidered. I mean what if I end up in their garage?? EYEBALL EMOJI
You’re KIDDING ME! Those damn neighbors will pay!
I’m not kidding you! And I don’t know how to make them pay…or give me at least one can back. 🙁