I hate my next door neighbors. They consist of an old couple and three of their children who just can't seem to leave the nest. The old couple can't speak much English (they are from Russia or something) and must be deaf as well judging from the loud jibberish coming from next door on a daily basis. The three children (I use the term "children" loosely as they're all past their mid twenties) come and go all day and night long, slamming car doors five or six times at a go. I mean, how many doors can one car have?

One afternoon, my husband caught the old woman sprinkling white powder all over plants of hers that happened to be right next to our fence. She also managed to get this white powder all over a newly planted sappling of ours. When she saw my husband coming, she took off. Well, a few days later, all the leaves on our new tree turned yellow, fell off and needless to say, the tree was dead. The crazy old bat's plants were dead too. When my husband tried to talk to her about it, she just ran off muttering "I no speak English". Yeah right! I think she killed our tree on purpose, so it wouldn't grow and ruin her view of our yard!