Psycho bitch neighbor strikes again!

Today wasn't bad. I finished up another Web site job, had coffee with my builder friend Ian, and went to the 6:00 shaolin class.

But I walked outside to my front porch around 10:30 tonight, only to be greeted by my alcoholic bitch of a neighbor.

Although I don't think she was tanked as she was yesterday -- she began by apologizing for the night before, claiming that she was so upset she'd had to take the day off -- it still got rather nasty rather quickly.

The Reader's Digest Condensed Version is as follows:

a) I refused her apology, explaining that apologies are just words. (Especially when they're as insincere as hers, and directly followed by threats.)

b) She then began ranting about the possums and raccoon she'd seen under Chez Melina again, saying that "nobody should have to live that way". My short explanation about loss of rural habitat, urban sprawl and humane wildlife management went right over her head. Remember, this is all over two baby possums about the size of this one:

c) She then stomped off, promising to call Animal Control the next day.

d) I told her to go fuck herself.

I am wondering if Dallas Animal Services issue tiny handcuffs to their staff for use when detaining baby possums.

But seriously, it pisses me off. I had planned to head for my mother's first thing tomorrow morning, but am now wondering if I should hang around to see if Animal Services might actually drop by. This is because I suspect Psycho Bitch Neighbor will cook up a lengthy, untrue story in an attempt to get their attention, such as claiming I have 150 cats inside my house.

E.H.* will be here until next week (he finally finalized his moving day), and he's already offered to handle any Animal Services visits in my absence. But it's really not his problem.

* See Key to Characters at right.