Well, the hillbillies definitely noticed that I cut off their electric. They made unnecessary amounts of noise during the day, tore their big truck up and down the driveway, and finally just ran an extension cord to the other side of the house.
Derek came to our house later that evening and took on this whiny, cry-baby tone. He said to my mom "I apologize, we blew a fuse. I've never had a problem on that fuse before. I plugged into the other side, but I wanted to make sure that wouldn't damage anything in the house..." blah blah blah. It was all a blatant lie, right to my mom's face. I was walking back and forth on the property all day, I sat outside and played my flute for awhile - they knew I was there. If they were so worried about damaging something in the house, why didn't they just come have me flip the other fuse???
Because they knew that I turned it off, and they were fishing for a confession. My mom was just all smiles and polite, even though she knew they hadn't blown a fuse - I had turned it off. So my mom told my grandfather that she didn't want them on the property anymore, and that their antics posed a danger to my little sisters. And what did my grandfather do about it? Jack-diddly-squat, that's what. Because he's too much of a sissy to confront them and tell them to leave. So again, I've taken it upon myself to be so unbearable as to make them leave. Which is basically what I've been doing, except now it's come to another level; now it's all consuming.
More to come soon, I'm sure....
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