It’s not that hard to be a good neighbor. Let others get some sleep, park your car where it belongs, and you’re already doing pretty well.
We’re not talking about becoming best friends — just making it easier for everyone to peacefully coexist. But apparently, that can also be too big an ask.
When Reddit users were asked who their worst neighbor was and what made them so awful, thousands chimed in with stories of noise, entitlement, bizarre behavior, and conflicts that went on for years. We’ve rounded up the most memorable replies below.
#1
Neighbor called the police on my barking dog.
Police came.
It was her dog.
Police came.
It was her dog.
48points
#2
The neighbors kids man. It starts every spring. They only have one speech volume, which is scream. They jump all over my porch swing even though I have repeatedly asked the parents to tell them not to. They run up and down the stairs of my porch constantly. I am just waiting for one to get seriously hurt and then it’s my fault. I have a narrow driveway and last summer the one got his bike wedged between my house and my cars’ passenger door, scratched it. Basically they just run wild and the parents either don’t care, or are too drunk to notice at times. I don’t know when I turned into a crotchety old man at 30 but damn those kids.
42points
In 2025, the Pew Research Center asked Americans a series of questions about their neighbors, including whether they know and trust them and how similar they are to them demographically and politically.
The survey also asked people whether they are likely to do things for their neighbors that might build community ties, and whether they think their neighbors would do the same things for them.
More than a quarter of respondents (26%) said they know all or most of their neighbors. Another 62% know some of them, and 12% don’t know any of them.
#3
I lived in a complex that was a rectangle, with a central courtyard, and all the units' doors facing inward. It was a very social place, a block away from the beach, and all the neighbors were friends, except for one couple. We would congregate in the courtyard almost every day to barbecue, picnic, and just kick it and drink a beer at the end of the day. It rarely ever turned into a full blown party, but occasionally we would have courtyard parties for the complex and invite friends over.
This one older couple didn't get the memo that they were moving into this kind of complex, and they were on a mission to stop any socializing outdoors.
They would call the owner anytime people were talking outside. They would yell through their screen door at people to keep it down, even in broad daylight. If anyone was gathering outside after dark, they would call the police.
I lived next door to them, and any time I would watch TV at night, or have friends over, or even talk on the phone at night, the guy would bang on the wall like a maniac.
The woman eventually convinced the landlord to remove the patio furniture, and eventually the BBQ, which actually belonged to me. The landlord said I could have it back but had to remove it from the premises. They got the landlord on their side. It absolutely ended the good vibe we had going.
Then one day, a young family with their new baby had a picnic in the courtyard, sitting on a blanket because the patio furniture was gone. The nasty neighbors actually came outside and started photographing them, causing them to take their baby and flee indoors. This was the last straw.
We wrote up a petition to send to the landlord with an ultimatum. Shut them down and return the patio furniture and BBQ, or we will all move out. I got signatures from every single tenant in the complex.
The nasty neighbors moved out the next month. On their moving day, we all threw a going away party in the courtyard, without them of course. When they were finished moving and they locked the door for the last time, we all sang "Nananaaana! Nananaaana! Hey hey hey! Goodbye!"
This one older couple didn't get the memo that they were moving into this kind of complex, and they were on a mission to stop any socializing outdoors.
They would call the owner anytime people were talking outside. They would yell through their screen door at people to keep it down, even in broad daylight. If anyone was gathering outside after dark, they would call the police.
I lived next door to them, and any time I would watch TV at night, or have friends over, or even talk on the phone at night, the guy would bang on the wall like a maniac.
The woman eventually convinced the landlord to remove the patio furniture, and eventually the BBQ, which actually belonged to me. The landlord said I could have it back but had to remove it from the premises. They got the landlord on their side. It absolutely ended the good vibe we had going.
Then one day, a young family with their new baby had a picnic in the courtyard, sitting on a blanket because the patio furniture was gone. The nasty neighbors actually came outside and started photographing them, causing them to take their baby and flee indoors. This was the last straw.
We wrote up a petition to send to the landlord with an ultimatum. Shut them down and return the patio furniture and BBQ, or we will all move out. I got signatures from every single tenant in the complex.
The nasty neighbors moved out the next month. On their moving day, we all threw a going away party in the courtyard, without them of course. When they were finished moving and they locked the door for the last time, we all sang "Nananaaana! Nananaaana! Hey hey hey! Goodbye!"
41points
#4
My old neighbor was a grumpy old alcoholic. He used to complain when we had our light on too late at night. The light on in our bedroom. He also used to be quite horrible to my girlfriend. Whenever I tried to talk to him he wouldn't open the door to me or would run away because I shouted at him once.
Here is the karma though. He used to knock on the door to moan at my girlfriend when I was at work. So naturally my girlfriend started ignoring him when he did this.
One day she hears frantic banging. Ignores him. Turns out he was having a stroke and couldn't speak so couldn't call an ambulance. He now lives in a nursing home.
We aren't horrible people at all. If we had known what was happening we would have opened the door and called an ambulance. It just goes to show, be nice to everyone. You might need their help one day.
Here is the karma though. He used to knock on the door to moan at my girlfriend when I was at work. So naturally my girlfriend started ignoring him when he did this.
One day she hears frantic banging. Ignores him. Turns out he was having a stroke and couldn't speak so couldn't call an ambulance. He now lives in a nursing home.
We aren't horrible people at all. If we had known what was happening we would have opened the door and called an ambulance. It just goes to show, be nice to everyone. You might need their help one day.
39points
#5
My neighbour. Let me tell you about this guy.
In the apartment to my left is a guy who is studying music at university, he plays guitar and he's really amazing. Above me, a 14 year old kid who plays the most beautiful piano every afternoon at 4pm. Then there's this guy. Knows one nirvana riff which he plays over and over again from 3am till 5am on a cheap electric guitar at full volume. He never gets it right and never gets better at it
He's a 35 year old scooter-riding unemployed loser who's frail elderly parents come over every week to do his washing and clean the flat they had to buy for him to live in.
I had a baby this month. Then the lady at the front apartment had one too. I put the crib against the wall we both share. Now this douche bag is sandwiched between two screaming newborns who never sleep. Ever. And it feels so good.
In the apartment to my left is a guy who is studying music at university, he plays guitar and he's really amazing. Above me, a 14 year old kid who plays the most beautiful piano every afternoon at 4pm. Then there's this guy. Knows one nirvana riff which he plays over and over again from 3am till 5am on a cheap electric guitar at full volume. He never gets it right and never gets better at it
He's a 35 year old scooter-riding unemployed loser who's frail elderly parents come over every week to do his washing and clean the flat they had to buy for him to live in.
I had a baby this month. Then the lady at the front apartment had one too. I put the crib against the wall we both share. Now this douche bag is sandwiched between two screaming newborns who never sleep. Ever. And it feels so good.
38points
When it comes to trust, 44% of people said they trust all or most of their neighborhood. Another 46% trust some of them, while just 9% trust none.
However, the shares of Americans who say they know and trust their neighbors have both decreased slightly in recent years. In 2018, 31% of Americans said they knew all or most of their neighbors, and in 2015, 52% said they trusted all or most of their neighbors.
#6
My wife and I purchased or first house about three years ago. While moving in there were my new neighbors drinking on their front porch, no big deal. While bringing the last load of boxes into the house my neighbor comes up, welcomes me to the neighborhood, mentions how nice my TV is. Fast forward one week, we are headed out to dinner, this neighbor stops me before getting in the car and asks how long we will be gone (huge red flag). I lie, tell him I'm just running to the gas station one block away, and will be back immediately. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call from the local police, this moron broke into my house in broad daylight with three other neighbors watching (luckily these neighbors weren't trash too). He cut his hand on the window he was attempting to climb through, and used his bleeding hand on every doorknob in my house. He is now a number in the US penal system.
37points
#7
I'd always had problems with my neighbor until we put up a fence about two years ago. He is a self-employed plumber, and a nasty hoarder. When I moved in, he was dumping his lawn clippings behind my shed. He had a junk pile on the property line (PVC pipes, traffic signs, political ad yard signs, plastic barrels), and I would have to go out back every few days to clear my yard of his stuff.
For years, he was claiming about an extra five feet of my yard without my knowledge. When the land surveyors came out to set the property line for the fence guys, I was not surprised to see that I suddenly had an extra five feet of yard. I promptly mowed all of the ugly plants and flowers that were planted in my yard. It felt great.
Put up the fence, and I haven't had a problem with him since. His wife divorced him soon after. Their daughter, whom we adored, told us that her mom was glad to finally have a garage where she can actually park a car inside because it's not filled wall to wall, floor to ceiling with junk hoard. We had a good laugh. Kids say the darndest things.
33points
#8
He takes firewood from our woodpile at night - or when he knows we're away - for use in his own fireplace. (Our neighbor across the street has seen him doing it and has kept us informed.)
In the summer, he's the tomato bandit - stealing produce from our garden. This summer, I'm going to install a surveillance camera to catch him in the act.
In the summer, he's the tomato bandit - stealing produce from our garden. This summer, I'm going to install a surveillance camera to catch him in the act.
31points
Americans said they are more similar to their neighbors in some ways than others:
- Half of adults said all or most of their neighbors are the same race or ethnicity as they are;
- 38% said they have about the same level of education as most or all of their neighbors;
- 23% said they have the same political views as all or most of their neighbors.
Overall, how similar people feel to their neighbors is related to how much they trust their neighbors and to whether they expect they and their neighbors will do things for one another.
#9
We received a very stern letter from our town Animal Control Officer. One of our neighbors (the one who happened to drunkenly hit our mailbox) contacted them to complain about the unlicensed dogs which we allow to roam through the neighborhood, barking and digging up lawns.
We don't own any dogs.
We don't own any dogs.
30points
#10
I've written about my crazy neighbour before. I have since moved. Quick recap; Nut job who broke into my room in the middle of the night and stood next to my bed with a power drill as I woke up. She carried her dog's body in a see through plastic bag. And so much more.
She is now in jail waiting for trial after attacking the new tenant with...a power drill.
She is now in jail waiting for trial after attacking the new tenant with...a power drill.
27points
#11
I have these stupid college kids that just started renting a house next to me. Every single weekend for three months straight they've been throwing parties. That's not so bad, even though they are super loud and won't shut up until about 3am.
What makes them the worst is that we live in a court, so whenever the party ends, all these drunk idiots get in their cars and drive home. Almost every single neighbor, including me, had had windows shattered, cars dented, or side panels destroyed because of them. Not a single note left or insurance info exchanged. At least 8 hit and runs in the last three months.
Edit: After all these comments, I've decided to call the cops next time they throw a party, as I know they are all driving drunk afterwards, and see if the cops will come out. I doubt they will, bit it's worth a shot, right? I'm also going to invest in some outdoor CCTV cameras. It's going to be annoying to set up, but like others have stated it'll be worth it. You can stop flooding my inbox now.
What makes them the worst is that we live in a court, so whenever the party ends, all these drunk idiots get in their cars and drive home. Almost every single neighbor, including me, had had windows shattered, cars dented, or side panels destroyed because of them. Not a single note left or insurance info exchanged. At least 8 hit and runs in the last three months.
Edit: After all these comments, I've decided to call the cops next time they throw a party, as I know they are all driving drunk afterwards, and see if the cops will come out. I doubt they will, bit it's worth a shot, right? I'm also going to invest in some outdoor CCTV cameras. It's going to be annoying to set up, but like others have stated it'll be worth it. You can stop flooding my inbox now.
25points
#12
There's a particular type of person who seems to feel like they're the only thing standing between society and complete collapse, and about six years ago, my downstairs neighbor was one of them. She was aloof and paranoid, and she'd imagine threats from almost everywhere... which made the fact that she thought of herself as some kind of secret agent all the more annoying.
Said neighbor was always trying to find ways of getting me (and anyone else whom she thought of as suspicious) to move out of the building. She'd stage loud telephone calls with "headquarters" about the alarming behavior of the other tenants - like my tendency to get home after nine in the evening, which was clearly scandalous - and frequently yell at the people who'd stand on the corner to smoke.
Then, one afternoon, I found this taped to a wall in the stairwell.
It was perhaps the most ridiculous attempt at an official document that I'd ever seen, and I'm including the time that my friend Jonathan - then nine years old - made a flyer for bodyguard services. The atrocious grammar, poorly Photoshopped seal, and distinct absence of any legitimate contact information made the "notice" about as realistic as a scene from NCIS. Furthermore, the reference to "the past two years" seemed to indicate me as her primary target, since I was (as far as I knew) the only resident who had been there for less time than that.
Still, since the notice was clearly meant to scare someone, I decided to return the favor by taking a page out of my neighbor's own playbook and standing outside of her apartment while staging my own fake phone call:
"You should see the notice; it's terrible! Hah, yeah, it's like they didn't know that impersonating a federal official is a felony! Anyway, the real FBI are on their way, and they're going to dust for fingerprints. Whoever made that notice is looking at a lot of jail time!"
I went back inside my apartment after that... and within seconds, I heard my neighbor's door open. There was the sound of hurried footsteps rushing towards the stairwell, followed by an equally hurried retreat. When I went out to check five minutes later, the notice was gone.
I've since moved away from that location, but for the rest of the time that I lived there... the lady never bothered me again.
TL;DR: My idiotic neighbor liked to pretend that she was a secret agent.
Said neighbor was always trying to find ways of getting me (and anyone else whom she thought of as suspicious) to move out of the building. She'd stage loud telephone calls with "headquarters" about the alarming behavior of the other tenants - like my tendency to get home after nine in the evening, which was clearly scandalous - and frequently yell at the people who'd stand on the corner to smoke.
Then, one afternoon, I found this taped to a wall in the stairwell.
It was perhaps the most ridiculous attempt at an official document that I'd ever seen, and I'm including the time that my friend Jonathan - then nine years old - made a flyer for bodyguard services. The atrocious grammar, poorly Photoshopped seal, and distinct absence of any legitimate contact information made the "notice" about as realistic as a scene from NCIS. Furthermore, the reference to "the past two years" seemed to indicate me as her primary target, since I was (as far as I knew) the only resident who had been there for less time than that.
Still, since the notice was clearly meant to scare someone, I decided to return the favor by taking a page out of my neighbor's own playbook and standing outside of her apartment while staging my own fake phone call:
"You should see the notice; it's terrible! Hah, yeah, it's like they didn't know that impersonating a federal official is a felony! Anyway, the real FBI are on their way, and they're going to dust for fingerprints. Whoever made that notice is looking at a lot of jail time!"
I went back inside my apartment after that... and within seconds, I heard my neighbor's door open. There was the sound of hurried footsteps rushing towards the stairwell, followed by an equally hurried retreat. When I went out to check five minutes later, the notice was gone.
I've since moved away from that location, but for the rest of the time that I lived there... the lady never bothered me again.
TL;DR: My idiotic neighbor liked to pretend that she was a secret agent.
22points
When it comes to specific annoyances, a survey of 1,000 U.S. homeowners revealed that the top complaints were:
- Garbage (27.4%)
- Landscaping and lawn care (22.6%)
- Home maintenance (21.9%)
- Noise (19.4%)
- Pets (16.5%)
And whether or not you end up living next to someone like the people on this list appears to be a coin flip: nearly half of respondents claimed they haven’t disagreed about anything with their neighbor (46.7%).
#13
My next door neighbour is lovely in nearly every way. He's friendly, has a cute dog and he brought us fish and chips for lunch on the day we moved in. He watches our house when we're away, and deals with repair people if we're at work, since he's retired. Practically perfect in every way.
BUT.
His garden is full of wind chimes. Like, there could well be more than 100. The constant chiming 24/7 makes me want to garrote him. I hear them in my sleep. I hear them at work. I swear they're following me. The chimes never stop.
BUT.
His garden is full of wind chimes. Like, there could well be more than 100. The constant chiming 24/7 makes me want to garrote him. I hear them in my sleep. I hear them at work. I swear they're following me. The chimes never stop.
21points
#14
I had this neighbor. She had a little tiny pomeranian dog that barked at everything, which wasn't too bad actually. The dog wasn't outside much and barking dogs aren't too hard for me to ignore. What was really hard to ignore was this woman yelling, "NALA, NO BARK!" at the top of her lungs every time the dog barked. It drove me and my roommate up the wall.
EDIT: Enough people have asked me if I live in or have ever lived in Jersey that it necessitates a response. Fortunately, I have not. I can only imagine how loud the barking/yelling can be that all of Jersey knows about it.
EDIT: Enough people have asked me if I live in or have ever lived in Jersey that it necessitates a response. Fortunately, I have not. I can only imagine how loud the barking/yelling can be that all of Jersey knows about it.
18points
#15
Does my land lady's daughter count?
I live in a room with private bathroom off of their home, and it's a pretty convenient set up. I'm almost never home other than to sleep, so generally the little annoyances don't bother me.
But holy hell I want to throw this girl into a bag and drown her into the river. She's 19 years old, living at home while she takes some time off from college. Okay, pretty reasonable, I've been there before.
Except she acts like a five year old. Her speaking voice is, at best, a yell. At worst it's a demon screech from hell. She likes to hang out in the room directly next to mine and scream full volume at her mother pretty much every day. They're not normal arguments either. Her mother is always very calm and reasonable, while this girl just throws tantrums like a child because she doesn't like what her mother is making for dinner, or her mother isn't paying enough attention to her, just really the kind of stuff toddlers enjoy complaining about. Normally I just tune it out, but I work an overnight shift on the weekends and have to catch up on sleep during the day. Unfortunately for me she has the weekends off and it seems like they are her favorite time to scream for hours on end.
This girl also fancies herself a singer, and is trying to get herself into a performance art program at some college. She's applied to a bunch now I think, and she likes to practice for her auditions again in the room right next to mine. Her voice literally sounds like a dying cat (hence the river drowning). Of course if anyone tries to give her constructive criticism she just shrieks, so they let her be. Now recently I've heard a lot of sobbing from her because she's starting to get rejection letters from the colleges she's been applying to with these horrible auditions.
I normally try to keep as much distance from her as possible, but her sister and I are friends so when her sister is visiting from out of town this girl will invite herself along on our plans and since we don't want to listen to her scream we just let it happen.
On one of these outings I learned that she's also a "dancer". I figured we had finally found some common ground! So I ask her what styles she's into and she says ballet, modern, and tango. I don't know much about the first two, but I'm a competitive international ballroom dancer, so I tried asking her what style tango she dances, assuming she probably also dances the other dances in the style and just mentioned the dance she's working on.
She just met me with a blank stare and repeated as if I were the 5 year old that she's dancing tango, didn't I hear her? So I elaborate, asking if she means international or American, and she starts to get pissed off saying that she just dances "regular" tango. Apparently she just walked into an Arthur Murray dance studio and told them she wanted to dance tango. And because it's Arthur Murray they charged her an absurd amount of money for their studio gear and just started teaching her some unidentifiable form of tango. At that point I was just like "Oh okay cool" but I had already set off her rage so she starts shrieking asking what I even know about tango. I reminded her that I'm a ballroom dancer, and her response was
"I don't dance BALLROOM, I dance TANGO aren't you listening?"
We just don't really speak anymore. And yet the headache just from listening to her in the next room never seems to go away.
I live in a room with private bathroom off of their home, and it's a pretty convenient set up. I'm almost never home other than to sleep, so generally the little annoyances don't bother me.
But holy hell I want to throw this girl into a bag and drown her into the river. She's 19 years old, living at home while she takes some time off from college. Okay, pretty reasonable, I've been there before.
Except she acts like a five year old. Her speaking voice is, at best, a yell. At worst it's a demon screech from hell. She likes to hang out in the room directly next to mine and scream full volume at her mother pretty much every day. They're not normal arguments either. Her mother is always very calm and reasonable, while this girl just throws tantrums like a child because she doesn't like what her mother is making for dinner, or her mother isn't paying enough attention to her, just really the kind of stuff toddlers enjoy complaining about. Normally I just tune it out, but I work an overnight shift on the weekends and have to catch up on sleep during the day. Unfortunately for me she has the weekends off and it seems like they are her favorite time to scream for hours on end.
This girl also fancies herself a singer, and is trying to get herself into a performance art program at some college. She's applied to a bunch now I think, and she likes to practice for her auditions again in the room right next to mine. Her voice literally sounds like a dying cat (hence the river drowning). Of course if anyone tries to give her constructive criticism she just shrieks, so they let her be. Now recently I've heard a lot of sobbing from her because she's starting to get rejection letters from the colleges she's been applying to with these horrible auditions.
I normally try to keep as much distance from her as possible, but her sister and I are friends so when her sister is visiting from out of town this girl will invite herself along on our plans and since we don't want to listen to her scream we just let it happen.
On one of these outings I learned that she's also a "dancer". I figured we had finally found some common ground! So I ask her what styles she's into and she says ballet, modern, and tango. I don't know much about the first two, but I'm a competitive international ballroom dancer, so I tried asking her what style tango she dances, assuming she probably also dances the other dances in the style and just mentioned the dance she's working on.
She just met me with a blank stare and repeated as if I were the 5 year old that she's dancing tango, didn't I hear her? So I elaborate, asking if she means international or American, and she starts to get pissed off saying that she just dances "regular" tango. Apparently she just walked into an Arthur Murray dance studio and told them she wanted to dance tango. And because it's Arthur Murray they charged her an absurd amount of money for their studio gear and just started teaching her some unidentifiable form of tango. At that point I was just like "Oh okay cool" but I had already set off her rage so she starts shrieking asking what I even know about tango. I reminded her that I'm a ballroom dancer, and her response was
"I don't dance BALLROOM, I dance TANGO aren't you listening?"
We just don't really speak anymore. And yet the headache just from listening to her in the next room never seems to go away.
18points
#16
Romanians living in the upstairs apartment. Living hell.
Apartments are sized for 3 people, but they've got like 8-10 people in there illegally. Constant entering and leaving, as late as 3-4am, they've been visited by so many housing officials, but they keep denying them entry. Then, one day, the police raid the place at 6:30am, ramming down the door with abattering ram. One guy ran off and literally just tumbled down the stairs and bolted down the street.
Apart from that, fire hazard, water leaks (one of which went into my main electricity line. it was pretty funny trying to explain to them that they couldn't use the shower and that they'd pass away if there was a short with a direct connection to them through the water), damage to my door from them moving beds out, smell, late noise...
They have a deadline till April 8th when the municipality is going to inspect the place. If it doesn't immaculately conform to standards, they get kicked out, thank god.
Apartments are sized for 3 people, but they've got like 8-10 people in there illegally. Constant entering and leaving, as late as 3-4am, they've been visited by so many housing officials, but they keep denying them entry. Then, one day, the police raid the place at 6:30am, ramming down the door with abattering ram. One guy ran off and literally just tumbled down the stairs and bolted down the street.
Apart from that, fire hazard, water leaks (one of which went into my main electricity line. it was pretty funny trying to explain to them that they couldn't use the shower and that they'd pass away if there was a short with a direct connection to them through the water), damage to my door from them moving beds out, smell, late noise...
They have a deadline till April 8th when the municipality is going to inspect the place. If it doesn't immaculately conform to standards, they get kicked out, thank god.
18points
#17
Neighbour has been asking for Sugar 4times this week.
Twice on monday & Tuesday. Morning & evening.
Its not a huge nuisance but please buy sugar on your own, im not ur next-door supermarket!
Twice on monday & Tuesday. Morning & evening.
Its not a huge nuisance but please buy sugar on your own, im not ur next-door supermarket!
18points
#18
My neighbor has no sense of time. One time we had to talk to him about not using power tools or splitting wood at 3 in the morning. What makes him worse? He gets a smaller trash can to pay less to the city but then puts all his extra trash in our bin so ours overfills and we have to pay extra.
16points
#19
NeighborLady and her (male) fiance (NeighborDude) kidnapped NeighborLady's ex-wife. Confine ex-wife for two days, beat on her, force ex-wife to admit she inappropriately touched her own son (which she didn't) and recorded it, threatened to turn recording over to police if ex-wife didn't sign over custody of child to NeighborLady. Ex-wife eventually escapes, calls police, and neighbors are arrested for aggravated kidnapping.
That's the worst story I have about those neighbors, but I've got plenty of others.
That's the worst story I have about those neighbors, but I've got plenty of others.
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16points
#20
My next door neighbors are awful. They're Asian refugees of some sort (please don't crucify me, I really don't know their nationality). Let me make this clear: I do NOT care where they came from. AT ALL. I'm honestly very glad they were able to escape whatever hell they were going through. But, they're Asian, which means they make Asian food. Sounds awesome, but it isn't. They cook outside a lot, and their food smells absolutely horrendous. I've seen them eat things that just shouldn't be eaten and prepare it in ways that I've never seen. One time they brought home a muskrat (the only place you can find those around here is by the sewage ponds) and cleaned it with a legit flamethrower. The smell of burning rodent fur is not something I would care to ever smell again. I can handle the six kids yelling and screaming all day. I can handle their yard being full of trash and picking up whatever should blow into ours. But I just can't handle the smell. Rotten smelling fish, burning fur,. My husband has walked outside and instantly vomited from the smell on more than one occasion. It's gross.
15points