"I don't think so, Tim."

We have this neighbor - let us call him Spike.

Apparently an expert in all things garden and house maintenance, Spike takes it upon himself to teach Ryan how to better take care of our home. Or, perhaps "teach" is the wrong word. It's more like he leans over the fence and verbally bashes Ryan's gardening approach, criticizing every little thing Ryan does in our yard. From raking leaves to removing the ivy to cleaning the gutters, Ryan has got it all wrong. Spike once even went so far as to say that if Ryan were his employee, Spike would have him fired.

Needless to say, Ryan tries to avoid going outside when Spike is milling about. It's best to sidestep a situation that would involve Ryan showing Spike how he can properly use a pitchfork.

The most priceless part of this whole thing? I was google mapping today and found that there is now a street view of our house. You can't see much of anything other than our driveway, but there is a beautiful shot of Spike's behind as he leans over our fence to survey Ryan's handwork.