When my neighbor Shannon moved in, she immediately painted her house in a rainbow of colors, but I didn’t mind—until she started sunbathing in skimpy bikinis right outside my 15-year-old son Jake’s window. One day, Jake came to me, embarrassed and frustrated. “Mom, can you do something about that?”

After a week of watching Jake struggle with his window blinds, I decided to speak to Shannon. She dismissed my concerns with a sarcastic remark, and when I asked her to move her chair, she responded with a snide comment about my son’s “repression.”

Two days later, Shannon planted an old, filthy toilet on my lawn with a sign reading: “FLUSH YOUR OPINION HERE!” She called it “modern art.” Furious, I stood on my lawn, trying to process the absurdity of it all, but decided to let karma take its course.

In the following weeks, Shannon’s yard became a circus of sunbathing, parties, and noise, while I remained patient and watched from afar. Then, one Saturday, the fire truck arrived in response to a supposed sewage leak—prompted by Shannon’s false report about the toilet. The firefighter, confused and unamused, declared it a lawn ornament, and the situation quickly defused.

Undeterred, Shannon decided to sunbathe on her garage roof but ended up face-first in the mud due to a broken sprinkler system. Neighbors, including Mrs. Peterson, witnessed her awkward fall, and Shannon’s rooftop tanning days were over.

Soon after, Shannon installed a privacy fence, and the toilet disappeared. Jake, relieved, asked if it was safe to open his blinds again. I laughed and replied, “The show’s been canceled, permanently.” Shannon’s bizarre antics had finally come to an end.

“Though I kind of miss the toilet,” Jake joked, “It was like a weird lawn gnome.”

“Don’t even joke,” I replied, and we shared a laugh, grateful for the peace that had finally returned.