I lived peacefully on Maple Street, where I built a fence with my previous neighbors, Jim and Susan, based on a handshake agreement. It was a simple deal—no surveyor needed. Everything was fine until Kayla, a new neighbor from the city, moved in. She quickly became a problem, demanding I move the fence because it was nine inches onto her property, even though my agreement with the former owners was clear.

Kayla was relentless, threatening legal action, so I took the fence down to avoid conflict. A week later, she showed up crying, asking me to rebuild it because her dog, Duke, kept destroying her house. I refused, not wanting more trouble. Over time, Kayla’s situation worsened. Her makeshift bamboo fence was no match for Duke, who caused chaos in the neighborhood, even knocking over displays at a garage sale and losing her purse. Desperate, Kayla begged me to rebuild the fence, offering to pay for it, but I stood firm. Months of frustration led me to sell my house and move away, leaving Kayla to deal with her unruly dog. The new owners were unfazed by her complaints, and I found peace in a new home. Karma had its way with Kayla, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how it all worked out in the end.