The issue with our neighbor was happily resolved yesterday. As I noisily SLAMMED the cans that had been chucked over the fence all week into a steel ash bucket at around 7 a.m. yesterday, the man o' the house came over to apologize for the mess. He told me his son had thrown them over (a story we're not sure we believe, given the tininess of the boy and the tallness of the fence) and that he had tried to come and clean them up but found our gate locked (uh, yeah it's effing locked).
I'm not sure that this won't happen again, and I still don't enjoy living next door to him, but I do feel a little better after he came by.
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