Neighbor Dumped Gravel on My Pristine Lawn While I Was on Vacation – So I Unleashed the Ultimate Revenge

Returning from a relaxing vacation, 50-year-old Wendy found her beloved lawn buried under a mountain of gravel, courtesy of her thoughtless neighbor, Tom. When he refused to fix the damage, Wendy orchestrated a brilliant revenge plan that became the talk of the neighborhood.

Fuming, Wendy stormed over to Tom’s house, where he nonchalantly shrugged off her concerns. “It’s just some gravel, Wendy. No biggie,” he said.

Refusing to let it slide, Wendy took matters into her own hands. Armed with a wheelbarrow, she hauled the gravel back onto Tom’s driveway. Still unsatisfied, she enlisted friends Betty and Martha to help “liberate” Tom’s prized gnome collection, taking the gnomes on a hilarious town tour and documenting every moment.

When Tom realized his gnomes were missing, Wendy handed him the photos and a bill for her lawn. Defeated, Tom finally paid up, learning a valuable lesson in respecting neighbors.

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