Well, I have some theories to add to this story.
You see, Babs has no choice but to guard that "plot" of land. The reason behind her being so very upset at possibly losing it has to do with "the statute of limitations". You see, dear MNers, once upon a time, about ten years ago, Babs was married. He was a gentleman named Percival, quite wealthy and successful, but also quite cross, impatient and rude who enjoyed a good curse-fest. He cursed at the cat, the postman, his wife and even the grocery deliveryman. One day, he was so cross and crabby, he told Babs he had had enough! He was done! He was going to divorce her and move to Malta with a young woman he had met when she had helped him up after he had stumbled leaving the neighborhood pub. Quite besotted with her beauty and the fact that she could help him up when he was a trifle or two overweight, Percival was quite attracted to her biceps, shapely legs and pecs.
Well, Babs was flabbergasted, fibber-Mac geed and ANGRY! Babs had not been this angry since they discontinued her favorite yogurt down at Sainsbury! As Percival went to fix himself his fourth drink of the day, at 11 a.m., Babs went to the freezer, removed the 6 pound leg of lamb that she had been saving for the holidays and cracked poor Percival over the head with it a dozen times! Babs got her mind back as quick as she had lost it and looked aghast at what she had done. IN her panic and horror, she did the only thing she could think of; call her friend Stella! Stella hurried over, after stopping in her garage for a wheelbarrow. They hoisted Percival up and into the wheelbarrow and took him back to Stella's garage.
After a couple of days, whilst poor Percival was ripening in the garage, Stella and Babs came up with a plan. That night, while the village slept, Babs and Stella wheeled poor Percival down to Stella's garden plot. There, under the full moon, they dug down as far as they could. They rolled poor Percival's body down into his final resting place.
The next day, Stella saw her one neighbor, a man who seemed to enjoy owning a lot of stuff and told him he was free to use her garage if he needed to store some items. The neighbor jumped at the chance to see what color his living room carpet was and thanked "dear Stella". Stella, of course, was glad to have her garage filled to not only hide the lingering odor of decomposition but to give her and her friend deniable plausibility.
The last complication Babs and Stella needed to solve was how to keep poor Percival from ever being noticed or dug up. So far, the story of Percival absconding with his money and the young woman to Malta was holding, but would it last? How could they keep nosy neighbors and police from checking out Stella's extra piece of land?
Finally, they had it! A no-fail plan to keep their secret safe forever! Thanks to the Royal Mail, they knew their plan was foolproof! That day, Stella and Babs went to Pecivals new "home away from home" with several bags of potting soil and a few plants.
They proceeded to plant a garden right on top of Percival; which was funny in itself, as Percival hated flowers and plants. They planted:
Dwarf Milkwort
Downey Woundwort
Marsh Saxifrage
Upright Splurge
Deptford Pink
Plymouth Pear
Round-headed Leek
and even
Lady's Slipper Orchid
It was a long, hard day, but Stella and Babs knew they had done it. The perfect crime! Sure, they could have put Percival in the back garden and put in a patio, but these ladies are wily and complex thinkers. After all, it is against the law to dig up endangered plants!
To be doubly safe though, in case anyone got nosy, Stella told Babs that she was now "in charge" of the little plot of land. Babs takes her role quite seriously and protects it with the vim and vigor of a woman twice her age. Babs enjoy sitting in her chair at the plot, thinking of poor Percival, enjoying her coffee and imagining what Chanel purse is next on her shopping list.
Then, along came these upstarts! Threatening every thing Babs and Stella had sweated and spent for! The inhumanity (and pesky statute of limitations!) could foil them after all! Oh no!
The saga continues!