Have you ever seen your neighbor destroy your property? I did. Bob, our neighbor’s bully, was cutting down a hedge in the middle of the night. With each blow, he dug his own grave, because karma had prepared a surprise that made his head spin.

Have you ever woken up to find your property invaded by a nosy neighbor? Well, let me tell you that this is not a pleasant one. My name is Meryl, and I have a story for you about our thorny neighbor Bob. He was the local bully that everyone was afraid of. But you know what they say about karma, right?

Here’s a little background before I show the main picture: my husband Jose and I had just moved into this charming neighborhood, but the houses were so close to each other.

I couldn’t accept that our nosy neighbor Bob could look right into our kitchen. It gives me the creeps.
“Jose, can you believe this view?” I sighed, looking out of our kitchen window at the neighbor’s house. “I feel like I’m living in an aquarium.”

My husband looked up from his coffee cup and frowned. “Yes, it’s not perfect. But hey, we bought this place at a great price, remember?”

I nodded, but I couldn’t get rid of the unpleasant feeling. From the window of our kitchen, I could practically count the freckles on our neighbor’s nose. Can you imagine the anxiety I felt?

“What if we plant a hedge?” Jose offered, putting his arm around my waist. “It’ll give us some privacy, and besides, it’ll look nice.”

I perked up at the idea. – It sounds perfect! But won’t it be expensive?

Jose shrugged his shoulders. – Maybe. But I think it will be worth every penny.”

We had no idea how right he would be.

Soon I was standing in our kitchen, admiring our new lush green hedge. It was beautiful, and more importantly, it hid our neighbor Bob from prying eyes.

“This is amazing, Jose!” I beamed as I took a cup of coffee. – Now I can really relax in our own house.

Jose grinned. – I told you it was worth it. And hey,

I nodded, remembering how the other neighbors had whispered warnings to me. “Yes, let’s keep to ourselves. We shouldn’t have any problems with this fence.”

Oh, how wrong I was.

Just a week later, I woke up and saw a terrifying sight. Half of our beautiful hedge was cut to pieces.

“Jose!” I shouted. “Come look at this!”

Jose rushed to the window, his jaw dropped. “What the hell happened?” he screamed.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Who could have done this?”

Jose’s face turned to stone. “I think I have a great idea. We’re not going to bed tonight. We’re going to catch this jerk red-handed.”

That night, Jose and I turned off the lights and huddled together by the window, waiting. Around midnight, we heard a faint rustle.

– Over there! I whispered, pointing to a dark figure by our hedge.

We ran outside, and I felt my blood boil. There was Bob, who was pruning our plants with garden shears in his hands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jose shouted.

Bob turned around with a smug grin on his face. “Oh, hello, neighbors. I was just working late in the garden.”

I couldn’t believe his audacity. “On our territory? Are you crazy?” I screamed.

Bob’s smile widened even more. “Your property?” I do not think so. These shitty plants are on my side of the border. I have every right to remove them.

Jose stepped forward, clenching his fists. “You’re crazy, Bob. We have paid for these plants, and they are clearly on our side.

Bob’s eyes narrowed. – Be careful, buddy. If you encroach on my property again, I will report you to the authorities. Do you understand?”

When Bob sauntered away, I turned to Jose, fuming. “We can’t let him get away with it.”

Jose nodded, gritting his teeth. – Don’t worry. He won’t do it.

The next morning, he was on the phone with the landscaping company before I finished my coffee.

“Yes, that’s right,” Jose said, pacing around the kitchen. “All this needs to be transplanted. No, it definitely wasn’t on his territory.”

When he hung up, he turned to me with a triumphant smile. “Good news. Our warranty covers the damage. They transplant everything for free.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s great! But what if Bob does it again?”

Jose’s smile turned sly. “Oh, I have a plan for that.”

A few days later, our hedge was restored to its former splendor. But our peace was short-lived.

At 2 a.m. we found Bob cutting down our fence… again.

“That’s it,” I hissed, reaching for my phone. “I’m calling the police.”

The police arrived quickly, their flashing lights illuminating Bob’s guilty face.

“Sir,” one of the policemen said, “you cannot destroy your neighbor’s property, no matter where you think the property line is.”

Bob muttered: “But this is on my land! I have the right—”

The policeman raised his hand. – It’s not for us to decide. I suggest you guys hire a professional surveyor to mark the boundaries of the site.

When the police left, Bob gave us an evil look. “It’s not over yet,” he growled. “Hardly.”

Jose met his gaze firmly. “Bingo, you idiot! I see that your doctorate in “Entanglement of Land Boundaries” is really bearing fruit.”

The next day, Jose called the surveyor. “It’s time to deal with this once and for all,” he said.

I nodded, hoping it would finally put an end to our neighbor’s nightmare.

A few days later, when I returned home, I found that our yard was decorated with a bright yellow ribbon. But something was wrong.

“Jose?” I shouted. – Why did the ribbon go so far into Bob’s yard?

Jose came out, smiling broadly. “Oh, you’re going to love this. It turns out that Bob’s fence rises 11 feet above our territory!”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!”

At that moment, we heard the car door slam. Bob was at home.

As he walked down the driveway to his house, he froze, staring incredulously at the yellow ribbon.

“What does it all mean?” – He shouted, heading towards us.

Jose couldn’t contain his glee. “Well, Bob, do you remember when you said that we were encroaching on your property? It turns out that it was the other way around. Your fence needs to be demolished.”

Bob’s face turned an alarming shade of red. “This is ridiculous! I’m not going to move the fence!”

“Actually,” Jose said, showing some official-looking papers, “you don’t have a choice. That’s the law.”

As Bob sped off, muttering curses, I turned to Jose. “I can’t believe it. Is this really happening?”

Jose nodded and pulled me to him. “Karma is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

Over the next few weeks, we watched with mixed feelings of surprise and satisfaction as Bob was forced to tear down his fence. But the karma train hasn’t finished with him yet.

One afternoon we heard a noise in Bob’s yard. We looked out and saw that water was gushing from the ground where the fence used to be.

“What happened?”I asked a neighbor who was passing by.

She grinned. “Bob damaged his fire extinguishing system when he was tearing down a fence. His whole basement is flooded!”

I tried to feel guilty, I really tried. But after everything Bob had put us through, it was hard not to see it as fair.

Later that evening, Jose returned home with new news.

“You won’t believe it,” he said, barely able to contain his laughter. “I heard that Bob’s repairs and legal fees for the destruction of property will cost him almost ten thousand!”

I gasped. “No way! This is… this is…”

“Karma,” Jose finished, grinning.

Over the next month, we enjoyed our newfound space and privacy. We transplanted a hedge, laid out several flower beds and even started planning a small vegetable garden.

Meanwhile, Bob kept to himself, and the embarrassment of losing a quarter of his backyard apparently tempered his bullying tendencies.

One evening, while Jose and I were having dinner on our newly expanded patio, our neighbor Doris, who lives across the street, came over.

– Hi guys! – She called out. – Do you mind if I join you?

We greeted her warmly, and while we were chatting, she gave the impression of an exploding bomb.

“Did you know that Bob was a board member of the HOA?” She asked.

I almost choked on my drink. “what? That guy?”

Doris nodded. “yeah. He used his position to intimidate people. But after what happened to both of you, well… let’s just say a lot of people told similar stories.

Jose leaned forward, intrigued. – So what happened?

Doris’s smile was downright mischievous. “We voted to expel him. He was replaced by Mr. Johnson, who lives down the street. He’s much smarter.”

When Doris left, Jose turned to me, shaking his head in amazement. “You know, when we moved here, I never thought that we would become champions of justice in the neighborhood.”

I laughed, raising my glass in a toast. “For unexpected plot twists and pleasant, very pleasant karma.”

As if on cue, a crash came from Bob’s yard, followed by a series of colorful curses.

Jose and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

When summer turned to autumn, our garden blossomed. The hedge grew tall and lush, providing us with the privacy we had always dreamed of. And Bob? Well, he was so quiet that you probably wouldn’t have noticed his presence!