Ok, my ex-neighbor snuck onto my place and put a dead baby skunk in my camper. Duh, wrapped in a napkin. I walked to her house to ask her if she saw someone put a dead skunk in my camper, and there was her trash can wide open full of these special napkins that matched the one around the dead baby skunk. We still don't know why she did it, except that she was missing some nuts and bolts upstairs.
THEN right after it happened she was gone for two weeks, and she tried to say she couldn't have put the skunk in my camper because she wasn't at home. Well, the day I found the skunk I saw her at home, as did my husband, and several of my friends. DUH. Most people, if they hadn't done it, would say I didn't do it! Not concoct some weird story that nobody would believe (because we saw her at home!!!).
She also had one glass eye and when she was perturbed, it would spin around in a circle. And bite her lip and spittle would come out when she talked.
She would throw her yard trash over the fence and then say she didn't know how it got there. One day I was walking my dogs up the road and saw her throwing it over my fence, gee, that's how it got there.
And one day she got mad about some holes in her lawn and screamed at me how she was mad that she couldn't throw
the pits in her lawn over my fence.
What the heck does that even mean??????
OH, and she almost burned down my house by doing a 'controlled' burn on a hot, windy afternoon. I noticed a wall of fire behind my house... They didn't have a hose or even a bucket of water to save their lives. I had fire right at my barn when the fire department arrived, and I was trying to fight it off with a little garden hose. We were incredibly lucky that day. That would be why I am now a rural volunteer firefighter. The FD saved my home from that psycho.
And the psycho - a few weeks later - tried to do another controlled burn during a burn ban on another hot, windy afternoon. Whacked out whacko, she just loved to burn things.
And OMG, the raking. She raked her driveway for at least two hours every day in the summer to get every last little twig. I used to fantasize about walking over with handfuls of twigs and throwing them everywhere, just to make the glass eye spin like the Wheel of Fortune.
Thank the Lord her house sold and she is gone, before I went crazy, too!