I’ve had difficult neighbors, but Todd? He came with a camera crew, a fake smile, and rerouted his sewage into my garden to cut plumbing costs. My name’s Betty, 30, living in my grandparents’ cottage. The garden was my sanctuary—until Todd moved in next door with endless renovations and arrogance.

Then my flowers died. The soil smelled foul. A plumber confirmed it: Todd had illegally connected his waste pipe into my yard. So, with help from my cousin Nate, we rerouted it—into Todd’s own sprinkler system.

During his influencer BBQ, Todd proudly turned on the sprinklers. Cue chaos. Guests gagged as sewage sprayed across the lawn. His reputation? Instantly destroyed.

“You reap what you sow,” I told him, holding up my grandmother’s ruined roses. He sold the house weeks later.

The garden’s healing now. A once-lost rose bloomed again. Sometimes, justice—and beauty—grows from the mess people leave behind.