My Neighbor Charged Her Electric Car From My House Every Night Without Permission—So I Found a Way to Teach Her a Lesson She’d Never Forget

with its headlights off.

Monica stepped out in her yoga pants and slippers, cable in hand, humming under her breath. She looked so comfortable. Like my garage belonged to her.

Then she stopped.

Too late.

“What in the world,” she muttered.

She stared down at the gnome sitting right where she needed to plug in. My gnome. Her sloppy blue paint job, sitting continue reading …