There goes the neighborhood?

When leaving Chez Melina for work this morning, I noticed that there was some activity at the vacant house next door.

Formerly home to the hard-drinking renter from hell and her incredibly nice boyfriend, the house has been for sale for months and months. The owner was asking a silly price for it. But now the For Sale sign is gone and some gardeners are hastily cleaning up the back yard, and there's more going on indoors. I don't think he'd send gardeners around if he'd decided to let Chase foreclose on the place.

Considering that I recently dreamed that Muammar Gaddafi moved in next door, I am watching to ensure that no tents go up in the back yard, or a contingent of Amazonian Guards begin to patrol the place. If this happens, I'm calling the neighborhood association to complain. I don't think Beduin tents are allowed in the local conservation district.