Have you ever got revenge on a neighbour?

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Have you ever got revenge on a neighbour?

Similarly, following on from threads related to neighbours in gardens and CF karm, have you sought revenge on a neighbour?

Maybe small or big
Actual or imagined

I’ve been pondering if revenge is ever appropriate in all its shapes and forms?

To fully understand this glorious revenge which took place decades ago, I would suggest reading this article about Australia’s Gympie Gympie stinging trees. I was stung on a bushwalk years ago on my lower leg and it was excruciating.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2023-03-23/qld-stinging-tree-gympie-gympie-far-north-queensland/102125176

One of my friends lived next door to a lovely elderly couple. On the other side of the elderly couple were an awful family who seemed intent on destroying the lives of the elderly couple. No-one knows why- they were just horrible people. The men and teenage boys in the family would constantly vault the fence at night, steal fruit, mess up their gardens and bang on their windows and back doors. The elderly couple had made lots of complaints to the police who didn’t seem to care.

My friend doesn’t know how the elderly couple did it, but one day multiple pots of young Gympie Gympie trees appeared along their backyard fence. The elderly couple must have had friends or relatives at the university botany department or something, because you just can’t carry Gympie Gympie about without being in full hazmat. I cannot fathom how anyone could safely transport a Gympie Gympie tree.

Anyway, the neighbours conducted a nighttime raid and 3 out of 4 of them landed smack bang in the Gympie Gympie potted forest as the vaulted the fence. My friend said you could hear the screaming from a mile off. The ambulance came, the police came. The nasty neighbours were screaming threats at the elderly couple as they were taken to hospital. The threats were serious enough that the police finally assisted the elderly couple in getting a restraining order. Friend said awful neighbours stopped the raids and moved away a few years later.

As for the elderly couple, the police could not do anything. After all, they simply had some interesting perfectly legal potted plants in their private fenced backyard.

Not so much revenge but current NDN, in their early 80s now, were quite the moaners 10 years ago. They complained about lots of little things; DD roller skating created strange noises, our fence was wobbling, our apple tree was blocking their roses’ sunlight etc. All this was unintentionally put to a stop a few years ago when she (NDN) accidentally locked herself out of her house whilst frying some food. DH was working from home and climbed up the outside of her house into an open upstairs window and turned off the stove and let her back in. Fire narrowly avoided.

Just to top it off a few weeks later NDN then had an unwanted cold caller selling tat cleaning supplies and refusing to leave without a sale. DH (tall, muscular martial artist) arrived home, saw the situation unfolding on neighbours doorstep and stepped in to quite forcefully removed this man from NDN’s driveway.

Now NDN and most of the street over 60s call DH “MacGyver”. He (and us) can do no wrong! So not revenge but a complete about turn of an awkwardness neighbour relationship. And DH is the hero pinup of all the mature ladies living on our street, apparently 😂

My Dad did, when I was a child. We found out that the family who lived over the back of us were stealing our fruit - the kids would come over the back of the fence and pick all of our raspberries, strawberries, plums, cherries and apricots. We knew it was them because they left their bunk bed ladder hooked over the back of the fence. My Dad dug a very deep trench along the back fence and filled it lightly with hay and compost, so that it looked like it just had had compost added, preparing for planting. That night the first kid went over the fence straight into the trench and broke his ankle. Took him quite a while, even with the help of his brother to get back over the fence. They didn’t do it again. And we kept their ladder. My Dad said, if they come round and ask, I’ll give it back. He planted a lot of prickly shrubs in the trench, in case they tried it again.

I'm going back to about 1980 but when I was born,my parents lived above a shop

They'd lived there for a few years and where always at work when the shop was open

Then they had me and like all babies do,I made some noise like crying and I grew into a toddler who made noises like walking across the floor which set him off again and again

This set the wanker downstairs off and everytime I started to cry,(or made toddler noises)he'd stomp upstairs and scream at my mother to 'shut it up!' (My father worked long hours and he wouldnt go near if my father was around)

My mother was so stressed,she ended up with pnd

As it was,when she got pregnant with my brother,they decided to move to the house i grew up in

My mother had already gone with me to the new house to my father took the stuff to the new house,over the course of a few days,leaving the stereo,speakers and his records till last

From 8am to 6pm he played the sex pistols on full blast with the massive speakers on the floor,face down with my grandad resetting the record player when it had finished

Sent the shop owner looney apparently but he couldn't do anything as the coward only bullied women and not two fully grown men

Apparently the next tenants where much more noisy than a baby crying and the wanker ended up selling up and moving away

I have nightmare,entitled neighbours at the moment and it's taking time but I'm getting my revenge

I go by the 'revenge is a dish served cold'

They'll move long before I do

I never instigated revenge no, but I got it nevertheless!

Awful woman lived next door- had three deadbeat sons in their 20s who spent the entire time playing loud banging techno music into the early hours and smoking weed all day. Got told to fuck off and various verbal abuse from them any time we politely asked if they could turn the music down as I was pregnant at the time and it was really disrupting my sleep and affecting my health.

They racially abused my husband (police were called) and generally made our lives a living hell.

We researched moving multiple times but due to finances it just wasnt practical for us. About 5 years ago, her sons moved out and she couldn't afford to live alone and had to move into this horrific, run down block of flats in a really dodgy/grotty part of town. (We heard all this from the people who bought her house who were thankfully, really nice).

Sometimes I drive past that grotty block of flats and wonder what kind of life she's living now and I suspect her current neighbours are exactly what she deserves - she is essentially living next door to different versions of herself!
I often smile thinking about that 🤭

Yes. I piss them off by going naked in my garden every chance I get.

Have had one or two nasty, rude, gossipy, entitled, CF neighbours in recent years. They also like to get together to “discuss” us from time to time, The thing is, they tend to always need a favour from us at some point and saying “no” to these people is such a treat. I particularly love the surprised looks with absolutely no awareness of why, when we decline their requests - it’s truly fulfilling. Conversely, we’ve made sure we’re completely set up to never need a thing from them, which is also extremely satisfying