Pigs in the Pool !!
Who the heck builds a house knowing that the neighbours were old time drug smugglers with outstanding and unpaid grudges?
Our peaceful ocean side community, palm trees swaying in the warm breezes with sunshine and blue skies for 350 days a year was a paradise teaser, a fool’s gold for those of us wanting the perfect life.
Pigs in the pool was one of great all time revenge moments taken by our neighbours to try and get the other neighbours to concede and surrender to the fight over who owns the pool. These large ocean front estates are big enough to boast older large hacienda homes with some smaller casitas for guests or staff. Beautiful and charming!
The neighbours fight was ongoing for years and we had no idea the rage and vengeful feuding that would drive us crazy being swept into it all as innocent bystanders. The main issue was the empty cracked pool which was on the boundary line between them. It sat empty for a few years but was the main location for constant bickering between the two families. Our direct neighbour, Mr. Evil, decided to put three large pigs in the empty pool. Of course it didn’t take too long before the foul smell and massive amounts of flies were too much to take and we begged for him for the feud to end.
The pigs in the pool worked as the rank conditions escalated the war and it finally ended when both ‘wives’ happen to be standing on either side of the pool both shouting obscenities back and forth when finally the one wife flailed her gun and shot the other one in the leg while she ran from the pool area. The shooter left the country for awhile and the pigs were finally removed!
We had many ‘let’s move’ moments with the neighbours feuds, tarantulas, snakes, a rather ugly tick infestation and annual hurricane frenzies with endless clean ups. We stayed and endured it all because I loved Angela.
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