But the moment we left the house, she would show up in the yard and walk away with bags, as if it were her own harvest.

I tried to talk to her:

— Please, don’t touch my crops, I grew them myself.

But she looked me straight in the eyes and replied with a stone-cold face:

— You’re imagining things. I didn’t take anything.

Going to the police was pointless — they just laughed:

— Really? You’re upset over a few tomatoes for an old lady?

So I decided to install a camera. A few days later, I had a video clearly showing her leaving my yard with bags full of greens. But when I showed her the recording, she boldly declared: