If the Airbnb guests at the house on the other end of the street don’t get their act together I’m going to meet them in the alley with the hose.
It’s annoying when they decide to help themselves to our property as a pass-through during the day. But at night it means us waking up to a security alarm, hastily reaching for weapons and pulling up cameras, and then taking over an hour for adrenaline to fade so we can go back to sleep. Two nights in a row was two nights too many.
B says he’s going to get a lock for the back gate tomorrow.
Until then, this sign will be waiting for them.



















