Not All, Just The Bastard Next Door...I get along with all of my neighbors really well. All of them except the short little rotund bastard next door to us. He's been squatting (maybe it was standing-can't tell) on our property since I moved there. I alerted him to the property despute several years ago and told him he would need to move his fence back 7+ feet to the property line. Yes, I said seven feet... for 100 feet of the property line. He had erected a tree fort in two of the trees that straddled the property line. The town advised him to relocate the tree fort and move the fence back. I wanted the trees removed completely as he had damaged them by driving lag bolts through the trunks to secure the fort. He refused to remove the trees, and threatened to file charges against me if I removed them. He did move the fort to his side of the trees. Their kids constantly hit their balls and throw their toys over the fence. I've been nice to throw them back over. We have since put in our new fence and have a lock on the access point to keep the neighbors out. We've had to ask them to not jump the fence, or squeeze through, as we would open it for them so they could retrieve their toys.
We have suspected that the kids continue to squeeze through because the fence gate is getting damaged on the bottom from excessive force. Today, the same neighbor had some tree work. The tree company asked us if they could part the crane in our new driveway to do the work. We told them know as the asphault is still too new and will get dents/impressions in it from the outriggers. So instead, the workers, instead of knocking on the door and asking for access to our back yard, squeezed through the fence and did additional stress damage.
My wife alerted the tree co workers that they had damaged the fence and that I would be speaking with the neighbor when I get home. The f-in guy is on the Board of Ed, but you would think he is the US President with the way he walks around. I believe he is suffering from the Napolean Complex.