Living on Maple Street was peaceful until my neighbors, Jim and Susan, moved out and Kayla, a strict realtor from the city, moved in. I had built a fence with Jim and Susan’s verbal agreement, avoiding survey costs. Kayla, however, demanded I move it, claiming it encroached on her property. Despite my protests, I dismantled the fence to avoid legal trouble.

Weeks later, Kayla, in tears, begged me to rebuild the fence because her dog, Duke, was destroying her house. I refused, remembering her harsh demands. Kayla’s attempts to contain Duke with a flimsy bamboo fence failed, causing chaos, including a neighborhood rampage and theft of her purse during a garage sale.

Her situation worsened; Duke’s behavior was uncontrollable. Kayla’s desperation led her back to me, pleading for help. We discussed alternative solutions, but nothing worked. Frustrated, I decided to sell my house.

The new owners, aware of the situation, had no pets and didn’t mind. I moved to a new neighborhood with my old fence panels, thriving in a drama-free environment. I even found love!

Kayla’s predicament served as a reminder of karma’s full circle. Whenever I tell this story, it never fails to get a laugh, proving that sometimes, karma knows what it’s doing.