Handsome, polite man with a business card in his hand knocked on the door today.
Hello, I'm so and so from the Michigan DEQ, he said. Had a complaint that you were building a road across a wetland. I've already checked out the area and closed the file. Appears to me you were brushing your property line.
Sweetie and I smiled at him, at one another and said to ourselves: "The assholes are at it again."
Tomorrow, we'll keep working on our deck repair and bathroom remodel. No comments to any of the neighbors; no confrontations. Just add this little stunt to our notebook and bide our time.
One day the fencing will be finished; the gates will be installed and locked; the solar lights and game cameras will be positioned and the entire 1320 feet will be brushed.
And one or more of these dumb asses is gonna screw up big time.