The New Mr. Bell Has Been Getting Into My Mother's Garbage Can

The New Mr. Bell Has Been Getting Into My Mother's Garbage Can

Multiple white bags
Surreptitious cat poop dump
You live in the Bell's


So my mother has called me a few times over the last few days telling me that somebody has been leaving bags of cat poop in her garbage can, and she is absolutely sure that it's the guy that lives in Mr. Bell's old house on the corner. Whaaaaa? My mother has a story for all the people that live near her, but this one is pretty good. Apparently when our dog Sammy was still around, he would go and poop in this guy's yard, then this guy would bring it over and fling it into my mother's yard. Because that's what neighbors do. Instead of saying, "Hey, your dog is pinching multiple loaves in my yard, can you pick them up?" flinging is more appropriate. This is the connective tissue in my mom's reasoning, this is why it has to be the new Mr. Bell secreting cat poop into her garbage can. But why would this guy take the time and make the effort to collect the cat poop, put it into a bag, and then put it into my mother's trash? What kind of dis is that? My mother is never happy when I unravel her hypotheses.