Two Bad Neighbors

Here's a fact: we are bad neighbors.

If you live next door to us, we'll say hello and look pleasant, but don't think we'll engage in any type of lengthy conversation. If you knock on our door, chances are we won't answer it. If you expect us to become part of some community event, think again; it just isn't going to happen.

If you need any proof, let me insert Exhibit A:

Our last next door neighbor had a little girl who was maybe three-four years old. She would play on the deck of her townhouse almost all the time as long as the weather was remotely nice. Once she dropped a toy off her deck and into our yard; they knocked and knocked on our door until we finally relented and answered to receive their request to fetch the object.

Apparently they gave up trying after that first toy, or perhaps we just never bothered to answer (or even look to see who was knocking) after that. Today, months after they moved, I was cleaning the mosquito breeding ground (see previous posts) and I found these two friends along with a couple balls and a few things that I really couldn't identify.

I suppose it is a good spook story for your children. Drop your toys into the neighbors yard and you can kiss them goodbye.