The person this happened to I believe is in an old folks home but his kids are still alive. Let's give them their privacy.
Anyway this guy was a grandfather to our present generation of Karens. He was constantly calling the cops on kids for doing nothing. If he heard a firecracker it was off to the phone. Kids walking up the street playing catch? Off to the phone to report kids playing in the street. He wanted everything HIS special little way.
Now the soil in our area was so fertile you could grow just about anything but a decent lawn and this guy decided he wanted a nice lawn. Nothing would do but having a nice lawn. He wanted the front of his home to look like a cover photo for House Beautiful.
He had about six or seven weeks off in the summer and decided to redo his lawn. He worked like a coolie, sunrise to sunset seven days a week on it. He dug up the old lawn, had truckloads of topsoil delivered, spread it and added the nutrients needed for a nice lawn. Then he seeded it.
For the next several nights the neighborhood kids seeded it. They seeded it with dandilions, crabgrass and just about every single invasive species known on the planet earth. On top of that, they planted corn in his carefully maincured garden along with poison ivy.
Needless to say, all of his work, time and expense netted him a total jungle that Tarzan would have thrived in. He had to spend years fighting against terribly invasive plants, including a grapevine.
That is why I am generally pretty good to the neighborhood kids. I know what they are capable of.
Men like that are called Kens. sr
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