Moja sąsiadka ścięła moje kwiaty, bo nie pasowały do ​​„minimalistycznej estetyki” jej beżowego domu — rano tego pożałowała

Then I got angry.

Above the kitchen window was a small security camera I’d installed after somebody broke into a garage two streets over.

Whitney hadn’t noticed it.

The recording had everything. Her entering my yard, the shears, every plant, her face, her walking home afterward.

I saved three copies.

Then I spent most of Wednesday in my garage with the door closed.

At 5:40 Thursday morning, before Whitney’s blinds opened, I carried my work next door.

I placed it in the center of her perfect beige lawn.

Then I went home, made coffee, and waited.

At 6:17 a.m., her kitchen blind opened.

At 6:18 a.m., Whitney came outside.

The display was six feet wide