MY NEIGHBOR KEPT KNOCKING OVER MY TRASH CAN — UNTIL I LEFT HIM A “GIFT” HE’LL NEVER FORGET I’m a new mom to my 6-month-old son, Caleb. My husband, Eric, died the day after Caleb was born. Two months ago, I slipped on spilled formula and broke my leg—full cast, crutches, the works. Dragging trash to the backyard was impossible, so my brother-in-law moved the bin near the porch. I even left a note explaining. Then the tipping started. Every morning, my trash—diapers, wipes, formula cans—was scattered across the lawn. At first, I blamed raccoons… until it became too suspicious. I asked my BIL to set up a hidden camera. Two nights later, I caught my neighbor Mr. Peterson marching over at 6 a.m. and DELIBERATELY tipping it over. I didn’t scream, call the HOA, or post the footage. Nope. I planned something much better: a SPECIAL TRAP just for him. ⬇️⬇️See check comment below⬇️