Tales from Winter Street

I'm sure most people who have followed my bitching via Facebook know that Jim and I live on an interesting street. Most of the people we've met have been mildly odd with the highlights of the street being the crappy neighbors immediately to our right and the "good" neighbors immediately to our left.

Turns out, "good" neighbor has gone a bit stranger than we ever realized.

I started to notice things last year when he first took up sweeping the road because all the dust on the street made things look bad. But that seemed harmless enough and hey, it got all the dirt and stuff away from my porch, so who am I to say anything.

Then over the winter he started snowblowing the road at the first 2 inches of snow, regardless of whether or not the plows were just around the corner. Yet again, harmless enough, if a little strange.

This summer he's getting weirder.

We noticed ground bees had infested our side yard when it started to look like this:

So understandably, when we heard him outside with his lawn mower we ran out to tell him about the bees thinking that, like most people, he wouldn't want to mow over bees. Boy were were wrong.

Instead of waiting until nighttime and spraying the bees with bug killer stuff, he equipped himself with a broken rake and started jumping up and down on the area that was most heavily infested while wacking the ground with his rake remnant over and over again. Imagine this:

Only replace the suitcase with bees and give him a broken rake.

I was slightly afraid.

It got worse after vandals hit the street last week, see here for more info about that (Jim and I were lucky enough to be spared but both neighbors got hit.) Now crazy neighbor has upped the ante and is acting as the new neighborhood vigilante.

Jim walked Penelope around 3am last night and while he was out he was approached by a black garbed man with a headlamp and a crowbar. I wish I was making this up.

El crazy neighbor is part of the neighborhood watch and is patrolling the streets from 2-5am every night. With a crowbar. And a headlamp. All in black.

Let me say that again. Crowbar. Headlamp. Black.

Yeahhhh.



Doesn't this make you feel all safe and fuzzy?? I know I'm going to sleep soundly tonight, knowing that I'm protected by the valiant neighborhood looney.