By skyforbes My neighbor is a typical curmudgeonly old man. He loathes the fact that I do not rake my leaves (yay pollinators). He tells anyone who will listen how much he hates it. Even the mailman said, "Wow, that guy does NOT like you.
My leaves do not touch his yard at all. We are separated by a chain link fence. The wind can't even blow them into his space. They have zero effect on his life.
Yesterday when I got home all of my leaves that could be seen from his window had been raked into a pile around the corner of my house. Another neighbor said she saw him in my yard raking them up. Me, being quite curmudgeonly myself, waited until after dark, snuck out, and put all my leaves back where they belong.
This morning the old guy walked outside for his morning smoke, stopped, stared, and started cussing.
It was glorious.