A few days later, my “victim” came back into the yard and happily gathered the bags. I just watched through the camera as she carried them home.

The next evening, I heard a quarrel break out at the neighbors’ house. Shouts carried over to me:

— What is this disgusting stuff?! You ruined dinner!
— I didn’t do anything! Your vegetables are bitter!

The neighbor tried to defend herself, but no one listened. For days they argued, and during all that time, I never saw her in my garden again. The garden trap had worked.

After that incident, she never stepped onto my property again. And when we ran into each other by chance, she just looked away and walked past without saying a word.

I realized one thing: sometimes the best way to teach a lesson isn’t the police or arguments — but cleverness that restores justice.