MY NEIGHBOR KEPT DRIVING OVER MY LAWN TO SHORTCUT TO HER YARD – I CAME UP WITH A CRAFTY LESSON. After my divorce, I moved into a quiet North Carolina cul-de-sac and poured my heart into my new lawn. Flowers, solar lights, the whole peaceful-vibe package. Enter Sabrina. Loud, high heels, Lexus SUV, and apparently zero respect. Instead of driving the loop like a normal person, she took a daily shortcut — right through my lawn. At first, it was just the edge. Then full diagonal tire tracks, roses crushed. I politely asked her to stop. Her response? “Oh honey, your flowers will grow back. I’m just in a rush sometimes.” I warned her I’d put something up. She smirked and drove off. So I added decorative rocks. She just moved them with her car. Three times. Sabrina thought that if I don’t have a husband to stand up for me, then she’s allowed to offend me. NO! That’s when I stopped playing nice. I had a plan. A CREATIVE, legal, and very satisfying plan. What I did is in the comments.

After my divorce, I moved into a small house on a quiet cul-de-sac, hoping to rebuild my life. My lawn became my sanctuary—a space where I planted my grandmother’s roses, mowed with my secondhand mower “Benny,” and tried to find peace in the little things. Then came Sabrina. She lived down the street, all stilettos and chaos, and regularly drove her SUV through my lawn, crushing my flowerbeds. When I politely asked her to stop,

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