When my new neighbors installed a camera aimed at my backyard, I knew I had to take action. What started as a simple plan to teach them a lesson about privacy spiraled into a wild performance that caught the attention of the local police — with consequences I never could have predicted. I never thought I’d become an amateur actor just to teach my nosy neighbors a lesson, but life has a way of surprising you.
It all started when Carla and Frank moved in next door. They seemed nice enough at first, if a bit… off.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” I said, offering them a basket of tomatoes from my garden. “I’m Zoe.”
Carla’s eyes darted around nervously. “Thank you.
We’re very… security-conscious. You understand, right?”
I didn’t, but I nodded anyway.
Little did I know what that would mean for me. ***
A week later, I returned from visiting my mom to find something shocking in my backyard. As I lounged in my swimsuit, tending to my beloved tomatoes, I noticed a small black object under the eaves of their house.
“Is that a camera?” I muttered, squinting at it. My blood ran cold as I realized it was pointed directly at my yard. I marched over to their house, still in my swimsuit, and pounded on the door.
Frank answered, looking annoyed. “Why is there a camera pointed at my yard?” I demanded. He shrugged.
“It’s for security. We need to make sure no one climbs the fence.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I sputtered. “You’re invading my privacy!”
Carla appeared behind him.
“We have a right to protect our property,” she said coldly. I left, fuming. I could have taken them to court, but who has the time or money for that?
No, I needed a different approach. That’s when I called my friends. “Samantha, I need your help,” I said.
“How do you feel about a little… performance art?”
She laughed. “I’m intrigued.
Tell me more.”
I outlined my plan, and soon we had a whole crew on board. Miguel, our resident special effects guru, and Harriet, who never met a costume she didn’t like. As we planned, I wondered if I was going too far.
“Guys, are we sure about this?” I asked during our final meeting. Samantha put her hand on my shoulder. “Zoe, they’ve been spying on you for weeks.
They need to learn a lesson.”
Miguel nodded. “Plus, it’ll be fun! When was the last time we did something this crazy?”
Harriet grinned.
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