I called the local environmental agency. “Hello, I need to report the destruction of a protected habitat.”
The agent was puzzled. “Protected habitat?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “My pond was home to a rare fish species, registered with your agency. Someone filled it in without permission.”
The environmental folks took it seriously. Soon, Brian faced a hefty fine for violating environmental laws.
The EPA officials arrived at Brian’s door with a $50,000 fine. “You’re being fined for destroying a protected habitat,” they said.
Brian’s jaw dropped. “Fifty thousand? You can’t be serious!”
I couldn’t help but smile. But I wasn’t done yet.
My grandson Ethan, a sharp lawyer, helped me file a lawsuit for property damage and emotional distress.
Then, I decided to talk to Brian’s wife, Karen. I invited her over for tea and explained the pond’s history and significance.
Karen was horrified. “Brian told me the city ordered the pond filled for safety reasons!”
“Well,” I said, patting her hand, “now you know the truth.”
Days later, Brian’s car disappeared. Rumors spread that Karen had asked him to leave after learning the truth. I was astonished to see a crew restoring my pond, overseen by Karen, who apologized for Brian’s actions.
With the pond restored, the environmental charges were dropped, and Ethan persuaded me not to pursue the lawsuit.
Brian left for another state, but Karen became a regular visitor, even helping maintain the pond.
One evening by the restored pond, Karen said, “Margaret, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad Brian messed with your pond.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
She chuckled. “Because if he hadn’t, I might never have known what a wonderful neighbor I had.”
We clinked our iced tea glasses, laughing together. Who knew a pond could cause so much trouble and bring about so much good?
So here I am, 74 years young, with a restored pond, a new friend, and a story for years to come. The lesson? Never underestimate a grandmother with a grudge and a good lawyer!