I got home today and checked my mail – hmmm… a handwritten envelope from the township? Open it…
What the actual fuck???
Welcome to suburbia?
We certainly never had this issue when Montey and I lived out in the middle of freaking nowhere.
This is the email I ended up sending, with the pictures…
Honestly, if I really did get a notice for fucking THISTLES???
This house will be for sale within the year.
I’ll find an acre or two in the middle of fucking nowhere and put up a small home and a potato shed.
Sick of neighbors 18 months in.
Because, also, the chairs in that picture? They’re around a FIRE PIT that the other neighbor, whose house you can’t see in the pictures, has fires regularly. The fires are in violation of four different township ordinances when they happen. And it turns out, at least two county ordinances as well. Bet they’ve never gotten a letter because they don’t have fires between the hours of 8am and 5pm.
Seriously, the fire pit is less then ten feet from weedbed lady’s shed… and less than 50 feet from my house. The tree off to the side but kind of above it is charred, as is the ground around it. Some nights the fires get so intense I sleep in my clothes.
(I did recently install security cameras for insurance purposes – I am truthfully scared that they may burn my house down)