There's nothing worse for a homeowner than waking up one morning and looking out the window to see that their yard, car, or even mailbox was destroyed overnight. Sometimes, people can be the better person and let it go while others decide to take matters into their own hands and formulate a plan to get revenge.
A Reddit thread recently asked people the share their experience with getting back at someone who either destroyed their property or was trying to destroy their property. Some of these people came up with a fun way at poking fun at would be vandals, while others took their plans too far. All posts have been edited for clarity.
Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold
We found him chopped up into pieces the next morning.
We waited until a particularly cold day and rebuilt Frosty yet again, but this time we doused him in cold water and let him freeze to become a solid, formidable sculpture. We found him standing tall and beautiful with a rope around his middle and skid marks in the street the following morning. I hope we ruined their transmission.”
He Might Want To Destroy The Evidence After This Crime
“My dad had enough of people treating our mailbox like a baseball, so he lined it with cement. Soon after he did that, someone hit the mailbox and we’re pretty sure the guy broke his arm upon impact.
A couple days later, they put a cherry bomb in it. So my father being completely sane, installed a homemade spike strip a few nights later.
The vandals wrecked their car and were hospitalized and arrested upon release. My dad destroyed the spike strip after that one. Never had a smashed mailbox again.”
This One Was A Long Time Coming
“My grandma had an insane witch neighbor for about 60 years.
She would call the cops on my poor grandma about once a month for various trumped up things such as accusing her of throwing out car batteries or for the dog being loud. The cops would come and usually play with my grandma’s dog and make sure she was ok.
My grandma lived with my aunt but was home alone a lot so she would have to get to the door, open it for the cops, and put up with the stress of dealing with the police, and once you are past 80, you shouldn’t need to deal with this teenage drama.
This woman was such a witch when I was a kid. For example, if we were playing football and the ball touched her lawn, she would come out and start screaming at us. She was also obsessed with her lawn and would cut the grass super short every day in a saggy gross bikini. My uncle got revenge by salting her lawn and killing all her grass.”
They Were Tired Of The Bar’s Patrons Breaking Down Their Fence
“My family’s place of business used to have a field next to the parking lot with a low wooden fence lining the border between the field and the parking lot. The fence was about four feet high, vertical fence posts spaced about five feet apart, with three or four boards that ran horizontally between the fence posts. Eventually, the field was turned into a commercial space, bars, and shopping, with one roadhouse type bar next to our family’s place of business. Shortly after the roadhouse bar opened, their wasted patrons developed a tendency to drive through the fence to access the main road from our parking lot. My crazy Cajun dad was furious after fixing the fence for the fourth time, so this is what he did:
1) Purchased many heavy duty 10′ length steel pipes, the kind used on oil drilling sites.
2) Remove the damaged fence.
3) Painted each pipe black, which made them harder to see at night.
4) Sunk each pipe about 5′ into the ground, spaced almost the width of a car.
So what happened? Cue the 2 am inebrients in a truck that thinks the vertical pipes are spaced enough to get the truck through. But alas! Your car does not fit! And alas! You just damaged the sides of your truck! Oh no! You have to damage your truck more by backing out!
Those pipes have been there about 10 years now, and they ain’t budging. Muahahahaha!”