60 degrees of Evil

You might be asking yourself, "What is it like to live near the neighborhood terrorist?"

I am happy, and well qualified, to answer that,,, It depends on the weather.  Yes, the weather.

When the weather is damp  and dreary, living near the neighborhood terrorist is like being in a spy novel.  Every move you make is watched from behind curtains hanging in darkened windows.  And eventually either the police, city code enforcement or some other authority figure will hear of your exploits.

When the weather is freezing cold and the windows frost over, the terrorist can only see you from the window of her jalopy as she cruises past giving you her patented "stink-eye" grimace.  She'd probably come out on foot if there was anyone around on whom she could rely to dial 911 if she slipped on the ice and broke her hip.  But I don't think anyone here is willing to risk her wrath in case she didn't approve of emergency services.

And now comes Spring Time :)  The instant temperatures started soaring toward 60 degrees, our neighborhood terrorist started slinking around taking pictures of everyone doing any sort of work.  I suspect she has jumbo prints of me, sitting all manly on my tractor with a sycamore log dangling from a chain, hanging on her bedroom wall.  Of course, my portrait would be flanked on either side by each of the 2 shade-tree mechanics who have changed their own oil in their driveway.  Muscles bulging as they pull on the oil filter wrench!

Spring also brings out the pedophile if the terrorist.  Only just today I observed (from a safe distance) as she sneaked around to position herself to watch the neighbor's children playing in their pasture.  It was disturbing!

And Summer,,, Dear God Save Me :(
Summer is when "Ol' StinkEye" gets really, really  bold and confrontational.  She drags her chaise lounge over to the fence and sits on it while watching me work in my yard.  I'm impressed at how long she can sit there staring through the fence at me!  Am I supposed to proposition her?  What on earth is on her little mind?  Or is she really staring at our Jack donkey showing off his love package???

Perhaps I should invest in some yard art to entertain her?