Privacy shouldn’t be a luxury, but Carla and Frank seemed determined to take mine away. Their surveillance camera, positioned perfectly to capture my backyard, felt like a personal violation. After my polite confrontation got met with dismissive excuses, I knew traditional approaches wouldn’t work.
Enter Operation: Backyard Farce. With help from creatively inclined friends, we turned my outdoor space into a stage for increasingly absurd performances. We knew they were watching – we wanted them to see something unforgettable.
Our magnum opus was a fake violent crime, complete with ketchup blood and dramatic death wails. The plan worked almost too well – within minutes, real police arrived to investigate reports of an assault. The officers’ confusion turned to outrage when we pointed out the illegal surveillance setup.
Watching the camera get removed was satisfying. Watching Carla and Frank pack their moving van weeks later was even better. Their replacements seem nice enough, though I do miss having an audience for my impromptu performances. Maybe I’ll take up community theater instead.
