We had a neighbor who we suspected of leaving his dog’s poop on our lawn, but we couldn’t seem to catch him.

Then one day I came home early to find him and his pooping dog a good twenty feet in from the street on our lawn.

He was stuck because his dog was still busy. I got out of my car and stared malevolently at him. He squirmed uncomfortably.

The dog finished and he started to walk away. “Pick it up”, I growled at him. He just stared at me. I said it again, louder and more menacing.

“I don’t have anything”, he protested, red-faced.

It was fall, so I waved my hand at the yard. “Plenty of leaves. Pick it up.”

He scooped up some leaves and the poop and started to leave again.

“Don’t ever dare step onto my property again” was my parting advice.

We never found any more poop in our yard.