My Arrogant New Neighbors Made My Pristine Lawn Their Parking Lot – I May Be Old, but My Revenge Was Ruthless

Edna, a widow of 50+ years, treasured the home she shared with her late husband, Harold. When new neighbors started parking their truck on her well-kept lawn, damaging the grass, Edna asked them to stop—but they ignored her. After repeated disrespect, she found an old canister of tacks her husband had saved and scattered them where the truck usually parked.

The next morning, the truck’s tires were flat. The angry neighbor confronted her, but Edna had called the police. They sided with her, citing trespassing and harassment charges against the neighbor.

From then on, the neighbors kept their distance, and Edna’s lawn—and pride—were safe. She never told her son Tom, feeling proud she defended her home herself.

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