Deah lawd! I have got to stop reading this thread.
I keep picturing Villagers with torches and pitchforks and cellphone cameras.
Somebody is stirring up a mob mentality on that street. A lot of people seem to thrive on drama and chaos. And some people just love to wallow around in victim mentality about the least things — Stalked? Sad? Geez.
If this guy really is in-wait to set off his irrigation system, well. . . I think I would be giving him a wide berth — a work-around — instead of getting all fired up. Actually, a part of me has to laugh a little, wondering if he just has an odd sense of humor or is maybe trying an experiment in training humans and dogs alike to see who catches on fastest. Oh who knows.
BUT, the part that really has my attention is that if there is true concern about the lady who might be in a stage of dementia, why aren’t people trying to help her (if this is such a wonderful neighborhood) — instead of trying to use her situation as some kind of “noble” excuse for creating drama?
On a street like this — where drama thrives, I would have to ask myself, “Who will be the next target?”
Now, I am sure the thread will just roll on and on, back to the all important secondary topic here, that took over, of course — “The Origin of the Feces.”
Boomer