Gardening has always been a little side hobby for me, and my backyard garden has a cherry tomato plant that has been quite prolific ever since I added it to the collection. At the peak of their ripeness, my cherry tomatoes are sweet and my father (who I got my green thumb from) claims they’re “almost like candy” as he happily eats them with the salads I make for family get-togethers. I am in contact with several neighbors and share my bounty with them.
Then, one day, I go outside to start harvesting and find that my tomato plant has been stripped completely of ripe tomatoes!
My backyard is surrounded by a seven-foot-tall wooden fence, with no gaps for animals to squeeze through, and a browsing animal would have done more than just take tomatoes. (I have other veggies, and my lettuce remains untouched, which would have been a favorite for, say, a rabbit.) The gate is locked from the inside and situated in such a way that you can’t just reach over and unlatch it.
The tomato plant keeps getting stripped as soon as something ripens enough to be picked, to the point that I am forced to save up the money to buy and install security cameras. Unfortunately, by the time I manage, the season is over and there are no more tomatoes to steal. I’m seething now because I haven’t been able to enjoy the (literal) fruits of my labor all season.
Over winter, even though I have my cameras, I decide to move my tomatoes to a safer location. I save up again and buy an indoor planter with all the bells and whistles necessary to have a happy, healthy plant.
One day, I get off work and come home. I finally have the time to check my cameras, and I find that I’ve gotten an alert. I watch, first in shock and then in rage, as my neighbor directly behind me uses a ladder to scale my backyard fence. The feet of the ladder are very carefully positioned on some retaining wall blocks to avoid leaving marks in the dirt. She climbs down and heads straight to my garden, where she walks around, first confidently, and then in confusion and frustration as she cannot find my tomato plant. She then prowls around the outside of my house, peering in all the windows, and spots my vibrantly healthy tomato plant in all its glory in the room where it is set up. She throws a mini stomping fit, then storms angrily back to the ladder, and returns to her own property.
I have just finished watching the footage when someone knocks loudly and aggressively on my door. Who is it? Why, none other than my thieving neighbor!
I barely have the time to acknowledge her existence after opening the door before she thrusts her hand in my face in a “hand it over” demand.
Neighbor: “I want a key to your house so I can help myself to my tomatoes when you’re not home!”
This is not a mistype; she really did call them HER tomatoes, even though they’re on my property and I’m the one caring for them.
The audacity and entitlement are so high that I just stare at her, speechless, for a moment. Then, I unleash. In no uncertain (and definitely loud) terms, I call her a slew of names, including “thief” and “creep.”
Me: “I have you on camera trespassing on my property. You need to keep your a** out of my garden!”
Neighbor: “You need to stop being so selfish! You need to give me the tomatoes because they’re the only tomatoes my kids will eat!”
Me: “Not my problem! I would have been happy to share my tomatoes if you had talked to me.”
Neighbor: “I need them all! It’s not too much trouble for you to just grow tomatoes for me since you have so many plants that you already care for.”
We basically had a screaming match before I told her to get off my property and that if she ever set foot in my yard again, I would give the police my footage and press all the charges I could legally hit her with.
She tried to say that I didn’t have permission to film her (trespassing in my own yard!) and was taken aback when I told her that I didn’t NEED her permission and could film whatever I [expletive] wanted on my own property. She finally threw names, blame, and guilt trips before leaving.
My crop of tomatoes tasted extra sweet that year, and all my neighbors benefited yet again from my surplus. Well, all of them except for her.