After my divorce, I found solace in a modest apartment managed by Mr. Thompson, a landlord with an obsession for plants. His requirement for me to tend to his extensive collection quickly became overwhelming, exacerbated by his incessant calls and intrusive visits. Feeling violated, I set up a hidden camera and discovered he’d been entering my home without permission, not just for the plants but to snoop around.
Confronting him with the evidence was tense, but necessary. Threatening legal action finally stopped his invasions. However, karma soon intervened. One of his beloved plants, gifted by a friend without proper research, caused him severe skin irritation. Hearing about his discomfort gave me a mix of satisfaction and closure. As I moved on to a better job and a new home, I reflected on the lessons learned: standing up for myself and trusting that karma eventually balances the scales. Mr. Thompson’s misfortune served as a poignant reminder that actions have consequences, even for landlords with peculiar plant obsessions.
