decided to bring the woman a pie and speak with her calmly.
For a short time, our conversation seemed peaceful. Then the baby monitor suddenly erupted with my sons’ screams. Mice were pouring into our kitchen. The woman had apparently paid a teenager to release them through a ventilation opening. That was the moment I realized the situation had gone far beyond an unpleasant neighborhood dispute. I hired a lawyer and began organizing every photograph, recording, message, and piece of evidence.
That same night, a tremendous crash shook the street.
