She Refused to Clean Because She Was a ‘Guest So I Gave My MIL a Lesson She’d Never Forget

Living on Maple Street was peaceful until my new neighbor, Kayla, demanded I move my backyard fence nine inches onto her property. I dismantled it instead. Her dog, Duke, then wreaked havoc, destroying her home and escaping during a chaotic garage sale where her purse was stolen. I refused to rebuild, and we couldn’t find a good alternative. I sold my house and moved, rebuilding my fence at my new place. Peace restored, I hear neighbors still chuckle about Kayla, Duke, and the fence saga—a reminder that karma can arrive with a tape measure and four legs.