He didn’t even hesitate. No checking to see if I was watching. No shame. Just a swift kick, then he scurried back into his house before I could grab my shoes.

I stood there, stunned. It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t nature. It was him.

Fury boiled inside me. I had put up with a lot in life—losing my husband, raising three kids alone, dealing with condescending HOA notices—but this? This was personal.

I stormed out of the house, ready to pound on his door and demand an explanation. But as I raised my fist to knock, something made me pause. His blinds were tightly shut. His porch was eerily quiet.

A direct confrontation wouldn’t solve this.

If Mr. Wilson wanted to play games, I’d show him exactly how the game was played.

Step One: The Fake HOA Notice

The first step in my plan was simple: use his own fear against him.

I typed up an official-looking letter, mimicking the HOA’s formatting and stern wording. It read:

Notice of Violation – HOA Rule 14.2
Dear Mr. Wilson,
It has come to our attention that improper behavior regarding neighborhood waste disposal has been observed. According to HOA regulations, damaging another resident’s property, including trash bins, is considered a violation subject to penalties, including fines and community service.

We have received multiple reports of tampering with a resident’s garbage bins and will be conducting surveillance in the coming weeks to confirm further activity.

If any violations are noted, a fine of $500 per offense may be issued. Additionally, further violations may result in a mandatory meeting with the HOA board.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I printed it on official-looking paper, placed it in an envelope, and stuck it discreetly in his mailbox

Then, I waited.

The next morning, I watched from my window as Mr. Wilson retrieved his mail. He pulled out the letter, squinted at it, and suddenly stiffened. His head jerked up, eyes darting around the neighborhood as if expecting a surveillance team to materialize from the bushes.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

Step Two: The “Surveillance” Camera

To up the stakes, I installed a fake security camera right above my garage. It wasn’t even real—just an old webcam attached to a weatherproof box. But to Mr. Wilson? It might as well have been the FBI watching his every move.

For added effect, I made sure to step outside in the evenings and “adjust” the camera while pretending to take notes on a clipboard. I made eye contact with him once while doing it and nodded like I knew something he didn’t.