I woke up this morning to the sound of heavy equipment unloading from a trailer. One glance out the window, and I knew they came back with a constant beep, beep, beep of their backup warning alarm and the constant sledgehammer drilling in the alley behind our house. The last time they worked back there, the yellow jacket guys covered up the holes they made with sand, providing all the neighborhood cats with an outdoor toilet. Not even the street sign raising could detour this army of yellow-jacketed sadists from returning to our block.
Rooster called the city because they came back
I glanced across the room where we do our morning writing and noticed my husband holding his phone to his ear. Yesterday he noticed a large, damaged area on the sidewalk that runs beside our house. It probably happened the day the sign came crashing down, and the power went out. He wasn’t sure about who he should call, but Rooster thought He would start with the city.
During the conversation, Rooster also mentioned the return of the yellow-jacketed army. He mentioned how they tear up the same spots they dug up before. We’ve had seven months of construction. To add insult to injury, we received a letter in the mail from the state of Indiana’s Department of environmental management over the weekend. The letter said the sewer lines in front of our house were scheduled to be replaced this spring. He wanted to know if the letter were correct and what it demanded of us.
They came back with a declaration of war
Today is trash day. Rooster noticed our trash dumpsters missing when e drove past the alley. You don’t touch a man’s trash dumpster and expect to keep the peace. My husband promptly moved them back to where they belonged and placed a call to the city. Thus, he let the lady know about how our dumpsters got moved without our permission. The lady on the phone identified the culprits without making a second guess. The yellow-jacketed army is creating problems all over the city for people. They came back and working on my husband’s last nerve.
Our friend Jerry informed us there are white trucks with an emblem on the side cruising his neighborhood. I warned him to expect trouble. Those white trucks show up right before the yellow-jacketed army invades.
They are back like cockroaches the day after the exterminator leaves. I may be getting a little paranoid, but I’m starting to believe there is a coordinated plan to drive the people living on our block crazy. There is evidence I’m be living in the middle of a real conspiracy without a logical reason for the attack. I don’t understand why some unknown black op government agency is targeting us. No vote for Biden or Trump yard signs was displayed in anyone’s yard during the election. The only visible signage consisted of road construction ahead warnings. People around this neighborhood aren’t political. We vote but don’t expect anything to be better for us no matter which party takes power.
I’ve decided the republicans and the democrats can take part in their little petty political wars with potshots and revenge skirmishes. My enemy is now the guys in the army of the yellow-jackets. I figure by next spring, there will be open conflict, or I will invest in a pair of good earplugs. I know they will come back because they always do.
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