My neighbor had been stealing vegetables and fruit from my little garden for months. I took care of every bed, poured my heart and money into it to grow fresh zucchini, herbs, and tomatoes. But the moment we left the house, she would show up in the yard and walk away with bags, as if it were her own harvest.
I tried to talk to her:
— Please, don’t touch my crops, I grew them myself.
But she looked me straight in the eyes and replied with a stone-cold face:
— You’re imagining things. I didn’t take anything.
Going to the police was pointless — they just laughed:
— Really? You’re upset over a few tomatoes for an old lady?
So I decided to install a camera. A few days later, I had a video clearly showing her leaving my yard with bags full of greens. But when I showed her the recording, she boldly declared:
— That’s Photoshop. That’s not me.
I deliberately left some vegetables and herbs in the garden bed, which I had treated beforehand with a special solution made from medicinal herbs and a bitter tincture.
The solution was completely harmless, but it totally ruined the taste: the leaves became horribly bitter, and the vegetables were inedible.
A few days later, my “victim” came back into the yard and happily gathered the bags. I just watched through the camera as she carried them home.
The next evening, I heard a quarrel break out at the neighbors’ house. Shouts carried over to me:
— What is this disgusting stuff?! You ruined dinner!
— I didn’t do anything! Your vegetables are bitter!
The neighbor tried to defend herself, but no one listened. For days they argued, and during all that time, I never saw her in my garden again. The garden trap had worked.
After that incident, she never stepped onto my property again. And when we ran into each other by chance, she just looked away and walked past without saying a word.
I realized one thing: sometimes the best way to teach a lesson isn’t the police or arguments — but cleverness that restores justice.
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