Living next to Tim started off fine—until he decided my driveway was his personal parking spot. After I refused to let him use it, he retaliated by spray-painting “SELFISH JERK” across my lawn.
I could’ve screamed. I could’ve fought back. Instead, I got creative.
My brother, a landscaper, had the perfect solution. He replaced my vandalized lawn and installed sprinklers with a twist—they sprayed bright blue dye when triggered. The next time Tim strolled by with his dog? Splash.
The look on his face as he ran home, drenched and stained, was priceless. The dye washed out, but the embarrassment stuck. He hasn’t messed with me since.
Sometimes, the best revenge doesn’t need words—just a well-timed sprinkle of justice.
