Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Nasty Neighbors Destroy Couple's Tomatoes, Couple Unleashes Ants Army


The whole ongoing game of seeing who you'll end up with for your neighbors is a dicey one. You never know if you're going to have someone move in next to you who is basically a wholesome, angelic masterpiece, or if you'll end up with a mean monster seemingly committed to making your existence a miserable one. It sounds like this couple was very much so on the latter side of good vs. evil. They went after the tomatoes, man. You don't mess with the tomatoes. There are some moral lines you don't cross in this crazy world, and that's absolutely one of them. 

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Font - r/pettyrevenge + Join u/KatiaV • 10h 1 6 O 10 3 11 1 Do Not Hurt the Tomatoes Once, many years ago, we innocently bought a house next door to a retired marine couple. She was about 6'2" and strongly resembled Ahnold It's Not a Tumor in his current state, and he was about 5'7" and probably weighed 130#. They were very house/yard proud and and thoroughly obnoxious about it.

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Font - After living next to them for a short time, for some unknown reason (no, really!) they decided to mount a campaign of general obnoxiousness against us. It started small, a note on a friend's car that he was three inches over on their side when parked on the street in front of our house. Then it escalated. Rapidly. They reported us to animal control for farm animals inside the city limit (We had two shih tzu. They were not used to pull a plow.) They reported us to the health dept. for leav

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Font - We were breakfasting on the patio one lovely morning when I happened to look over and see a sprayer nozzle come through the fence slats. And they sprayed poison on my tomato and jalapeno plants. Now we love our salsa and I make an absolutely exquisite fresh salsa. And they dared spray poison on my tomato and jalapeno plants. Poison my tomatoes and peppers, will you? In Texas that's a killin' offense. Sadly, we did not live in Texas so I was forced to devise my own punishment.

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Font - One thing about their house is that it must have been built on an ant hill. They constantly fought ants. We regularly heard them complaining about ants as they tried to rid them from their backyard. Our homes were built on a golf course and being considered patio homes all had lovely large patios with huge kitchen windows with sliding glass opening onto a pass through/serving counter.

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Font - So I made a very, very large batch of simple syrup and froze it in ice cube trays. Friends and I would sit on our patio and toss ice cubes. We had a points system that ranged from getting the cubes on the patio, to getting them up against the base of the sliding door, to getting them onto the counter and up against the opening of the window. We gave them ants. Lots of ants. Not being particularly close neighbors, the Marines gave us no warning when they went on vacation. We did notice it

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Font - The ants celebrated. They sent out telegrams worldwide inviting all of their relatives to move. They had found paradise. The grass was green and there were regular supply drops. They invaded. There were tiny black ants, larger brown ants and big red ants. Hosannas were sung. They built neighborhoods of McAntsions. Ant Rockettes did the can-can across the counter. They held parades. There were Friday night fiestas with live ant mariachi bands. It was beautemous. I went through three 5lb ba

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Organism - We knew exactly when the Marines got home from their six week cruise. We could tell by the screeches of anguish. Apparently the ants had made their way inside. There were screams from the kitchen, and the pantry, and the laundry room, and the bathroom. It was ear shattering. (Who knew a 5'7" male could even make those sounds?) Battle was enjoined. The Army Ants dug foxholes and built redoubts. The Fire Ants formed Special Forces teams and close protection units.

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Font - The war raged for months. Despite regular resupply, the ants were decimated. The Marines were seen collapsed in patio chairs, hollow eyed with exhaustion, their once pristine backyard closely resembling the aftermath of the battle of Ypres. Peace Talks were held. Detente was achieved. Calm reigned on Avenida Pancho Villa.

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Rectangle - Until The Marines got their second breath and reinforcements in the form of their son, The Marine Jr. Further shenanigans ensued. And yours truly discovered that raccoons are not only exceedingly dextrous, they are inordinately fond of overripe figs. But that's another tale. 4 4.1k 3 ↑, Share 161

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Font - THE_Lena • 7h This makes me so thankful for my neighbors! I could not imagine having to deal with the level of harassment you were going through. Reply 23 KatiaV 6h The calls were all so ridiculous not one of them was ever taken seriously. We also got to know everyone at City Hall and it became so commonplace they would toss a coin to see who had to take the calls from Ave Pancho Villa every day. Whoever caught those calls just regarded it as a stop for coffee. + 53 ...

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Font - Roughsauce • 1h Oh man, I vicariously felt your rage when you described them poisoning your plants. I cultivate a small mushroom bed in my garden out front and one day found my neighbors tearing them up and disturbing all the mulch because "they are poisonous and dangerous for their kids" I blew a gasket on them. Your instance is significantly more egregious and vindictive though Reply ...

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