My Neighbor Spray-Painted SELFISH JERK on My Lawn, So I Gave Him a Wet Surprise He Will Never Forget

Elton enjoyed years of peace in his friendly neighborhood until Gideon moved in next door. At first, they got along well, but things soured when Elton refused Gideon’s request to use his driveway.

Ignoring the refusal, Gideon began blocking Elton’s cars with his own and even brought friends’ vehicles and equipment. Matters escalated when Elton’s lawn was vandalized with spray paint.

Elton’s brother Thane, a landscaper, restored the grass and rigged the sprinklers with harmless blue dye. The next morning, Gideon was drenched, and after a furious but futile confrontation, he finally backed off.

Peace returned, though Elton stayed ready for the next round.

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