> What you do in your space should not spill over into another person’s space. If it does, you are violating their property rights. <
Yes, that’s a fair point. And it’s something I struggle with.
Here is perhaps a better example. It’s something that’s actually happening on the street where I live. It’s making a lot of people unhappy.
One guy decided to plant Zoysia grass on his lawn. He chose it because the grass chokes out weeds, and grows slowly. That’s a plus, because it means less mowing.
But the stuff is damn ugly, except in the summer. Unlike regular grass, it turns an ugly brown in the off-season.
Now, here’s the problem. This guy’s Zoysia grass has been spreading to lawns where the owners don’t want it. So who’s right here?
Your therapist, at least twice a week would be better.
If what I’m doing encroaches on another’s property. I’m at fault.
Mr. Zoysia needs to trim back his grass so as to not encroach on his neighbor’s lawn.
At my first house, I had some great neighbors. They were friendly, sweet, and peaceful people. Unfortunately, they would also never treat their lawn for weeds. After several years, their entire front yard was a mess of carefully manicured weeds.
Every summer, we were out there battling the weed infestation migrating over from their yard. At one point, my husband and I had to till up the curbside and replant the entire thing with new sod. Time, energy, and money wasted. It could have blown up to a dispute, but their friendship was more important.
Things did come to a head when mice, which had been nesting in their shed (they admitted they had them after the fact) decided to come over to my home. Unbeknownst to us, we were missing the soffit cap at the end of the soffit leading from our outside AC compressor to our attic unit. They crawled up the fins, then the sleeve, and made themselves at home nibbling away at things in our attic.
Despite catching them early, we were out $16,000 in total damages.
As a clean freak, I was horrified that they had gotten in. My husband was furious at the price tag for mess we had to clean up. Their urine is very pungent and ruins anything it touches.
To ensure nothing else came our way, we bought a tomcat. He brought home one or two as “presents” upon first arriving, then things subsided drastically. The smell of his urine was enough to send them running.
The mouse disaster put a chill on our friendship. I couldn’t point directly to them, but it was serendipitous that they admitted to an active mouse nest (that they refused to treat) on their property at the same time our trouble was detected.