Neighborly conflict

Let me set the scene. A woman lives in the mountains of North Carolina, and has lived there her entire life minus a few moves here and there on this quiet farm. This beautiful dairy farm. It's peaceful, quiet and gorgeous. She built a house next to your parents and raised her children with the love and care she recieved as a child. She has horses that you love to ride that live in the barn and yard right outside her back door. All is well. Then, a Yankee moved in next door. No ordinary yankee either, a loud obnoxious one that just asks to be hated. This lady is my mother in law and this is a story about what happens when you have way too much time on your hands.

The neighbor and she don't get along. Not at all. There's a long list of reasons. So, my mother in law builds a huge 8 FOOT TALL FENCE to block her view of the neighbor, or the neighbor's view of her, we're not sure. So the neighbor does what any SANE person would and builds a second story onto his house just to piss of my mother in law. Makes sense right? So, realizing that now the neighbor can view all he wants from his second floor perch, my mother in law buys trees. Now, we're not talking about a couple little trees to provide some shade or add a little privacy, we're talking about a bazillion katrillion trees to line every inch of the property along the street, both sides of the driveway and the along the horse pasture that happens to be the rear property line of the neighbor. I would like to interject here that this horse pasture is one of the reasons they don't get along. My mother in law loves horses and because of this love and her desire for no animal to be mistreated (she is truly a wonderful person) the horses had to find new homes because the neighbor and his children threw rocks and taunted the beautiful animals. Now then, don't you want to plant a wall of trees between you and him too? Anyway, the pine trees that were planted everywhere except along the shared property line thrived and grew big and strong with much love and care from my mother in law. The ones along the horse pasture wilted and died. The speculated cause for this death to the trees is that the neighbor came out every night and peed on them. PEED. ON. THE. TREES. I guess the neighbor had some sort of super hero like toxic pee that killed the trees. Instead of removing the wilted pitiful trees, the trees stand in all of their pitiful glory for the neighbor to look upon every day as he looks out his window, or when he heads outside to cook on the grill. My mother in law has won the battle. She has given the neighbor death. Dead trees that mock him, dead trees that remind him of chilly nights peeing outside just to spite the woman next door. I hope his winky froze.