How To Handle My Nasty Neighbors Part One: Nasty Neighbors, #1

By Margaret Brown

I guess I was lucky to live in a neighborhood for thirty years before trouble came-a-knocking. Now, as a retiree, who worked as a public-school teacher for forty years, I felt I had a right to live in quiet surroundings, as well as not having someone violate property rights, which would affect me!  This a true account of what I did to try and eliminate these problems, and it's not something I'm proud of doing!  All personal information, such as names, phone numbers, license plate numbers, etc. are not revealed in my story, due to privacy laws.

• Language: English
• Publisher: From the Desk of Margaret Brown
• Release date: May 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223129684

Margaret Brown

K.K.'s story is about how she was mislabeled as being a slow learner, while it was believed she had dyslexia. It wasn't until she was in middle school before she was diagnosed as having, 'photophobia,' a condition caused by the eye, itself. Photophobia is caused by the aqueous humour in the eye. The aqueous humour is a fluid at the front of the eye, which helps to maintain the shape of the eye. Light passes through this fluid on its way to the retina. The shape of the eye can determine eye fatigue, such as handling glare from a computer, dealing with lighting conditions, which can distort what one sees, as well as having difficulties with organizational issues, such as not seeing items that may be directly in full view.

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Bunny Man

Trouble began brewing in 2021, when the neighbors behind us, decided to set up a speaker system in their backyard.  Now, it wasn’t like we didn’t hear their music coming over the fence line, but when they intensified the volume, it was just plain disrespectful.  Did they actually think the wooden fence that separated their property from ours would block out that noise?

Yes, my husband and I had tolerated their taste in music, whenever we decided to cook on our outdoor grill or do some yard work on the weekend.  And, they would turn down their music when the sun began to set.  In other words, all day long, if we were outside, we had to listen to their crappy, taste in music.

Why should my spouse and I EVER, be expected to tolerate that?  Well, we had to, until close to the hour when the sound ordinance for the city was in effect.  So, when I discovered that the city had changed the sound ordinance to be effective 24/7, that meant our backdoor neighbors could no longer blast their music. 

I didn’t know if the neighbors near and around us knew about this ordinance.  So, I decided to send  out letters  about it, especially addressed to our backdoor neighbors about this update.  I used the initials, NW, as being the sender.  NW is the abbreviation for Neighborhood Watch.

Since any letters mailed in our city has to travel to the state capital and then return for delivery, I wasn’t sure how long it might take.  However, I did send a letter addressed to my residence, as a way to confirm possible delivery.

Our backdoor neighbor did not receive this letter, until the day after the BIG incident!  They were having an Easter party and the music was so loud, my spouse and I had a difficult time listening to a program on our television.

As a born snoop, I decided to peek over into our neighbor’s yard from the upstairs bathroom.  I couldn’t believe what I saw!  The male owner was dressed in a bunny suit running and leaping onto some wooden contraption he had attached to his shed.  His behavior was certainly not normal and there was a long line of people stopping at a table, before entering the yard. If I didn’t know better, I’d have to say they were buying illegal drugs.

Well, I decided to make the call, since the music could be heard inside my house.  The loud music continued for two hours before the dead of silence.  It was obvious the police had finally arrived.

I no longer heard any loud music coming from that backyard, but every now and then, for less than thirty minutes, the male neighbor, who dressed up as a bunny, did play music, but it had been turned down.  Eventually, there was no music being played at all. (For awhile it had ended, but would eventually start up again!)

Perhaps, the reason there was no music, either came from sending out those letters (my insurance plan) or by completing an online service request (sent through the city’s portal) complaining about suspicious behavior at Bunny Man’s residence.  Of course, I didn’t use my email address, but created a fake email with an account.  (Then again, maybe Bunny Man had to pay a fine and/or go to court, especially if the selling of drugs was involved.)

Months later, I would use this skill to submit complaints by fake emails/accounts, and to send out letters about the city’s sound ordinance as the NW.

Motorcycle Gang

Before eliminating the nuisance problem with our backdoor neighbor, we were having another problem with a motorcycle gang on my street. There were anywhere between four to six members, speeding down our road and amplifying the sound of their mufflers.  Two of these members, rented a room from a house, at the end of our street, while their buddies were always coming over for whatever reason!  Believe it or not, they were all in the Navy!

My neighbor, Cindy, who at the time lived across the street, decided to have a conversation with them about the loud noise they were making.  It didn’t work!  It only got worse!  Now, instead of just hearing the loud roar their motorcycles made, the sound was so loud that our dishes rattled in the kitchen.

One day these fools raced their motorcycles passed the local church, at the time our local civic league was having their annual picnic and had invited several police officers to attend. Of course, they heard the racket!  It didn’t take long for the motorcycle gang to be gone for good!

Motorcycle Momma

Well, my mother use to always say, If it’s not one thing, it’s another.  Well, she was right!  I just finished dealing with this backyard nuisance, only to have to snitch on my next-door neighbor to my right.  It happened when my