What happened when someone got revenge on their bully?

Okay, I hate the term bully in this context, but a former man-child neighbour had issues understanding

that it wasn't okay to throw his garbage in my yard, or let his drunk friends pee on my house.

When the county cops didn't do anything about the numerous calls, I started backing the garbage

and throwing it on his porch. So, he escalated

to putting rat poison in hot dogs and throwing them to my German shepherd mix. I saw her convulsing

and found three packages worth of hot dogs studded with pellets right along the fence. She pulled through,

no worse for where. The cops said I couldn't prove who did it, so the next time

he threw garbage in my yard, which usually contained the guts and waste from his hunting and

fishing, I gathered fish guts into a bag and waited until he left, and put them in the rafters

of his porch, under the hedges in his yard, and finally inside his air conditioner unit. About three

days later, he had all the doors and windows open.

The following week, he was having the carpet replaced throughout the house. Eventually,

the guts rotted away and the smell faded, but I think he knew that I did it because I never found

trash in my yard again. Do not mess with my frickin' dogs. I grew up in a small town.

We had one girl who everyone thought was

the prettiest girl in the whole wide school.

She was a mean, petty witch, truly awful.

For example, my cat died when I was in fifth grade.

She sat behind me muttering about how funny it was that my cat died,

that he was a stupid cat, that he died because my mom was too poor to take him to the vet, and urging me to cry.

Are you going to cry? Are you going to cry about it? Like a big baby? Big baby cry over your

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