Most sane neighbors knock on your door to introduce themselves, but in this story, one decided to shove trash through the mail slot instead.

So when one new homeowner was publicly blamed by her neighbor for stray garbage and had her pristine hallway filled with waste, she decided to respond in kind with a very dirty counterattack.

Keep reading for the full story.

My neighbor liked to clean

In 2001, I had just moved to a quiet neighborhood where my children (1 and 3) could play outside safely and grow up with neighborhood children.

It was also nice for my three cats to finally be able to run around outside.

After the first week, it was our first garbage day.

The homeowner had neatly prepared her garbage, or so she thought.

Everything was neatly in closed bags and in our personal garbage container.

In the morning, we had to place the container on the side of the road with the rest of the containers on our street.

So I put it there at 7:00, after which I started cleaning my house.

She took a lot of pride in keeping a tidy home, both for her sanity and for the safety of her children.

I had a white floor because I liked it, and that way I knew for sure that it was clean. I mopped daily.

I was still extremely clean at that time because of crawling children.

Then I did the shopping, and when I got home, I was in shock after opening my front door.

She could hardly believe what she saw.

My entire hall was full of unknown waste. Clearly stuffed through the letterbox.

I already saw a number of neighbors looking at me expectantly behind their windows and in front of their houses. It was clear that they knew more.

After asking around, I was told who had thrown that garbage into my house.

The conscious neighbor had done this with much fanfare.

That’s when she decided whoever did this would have to pay.

Something snapped inside me.

A bomb in my frontal lobe, and all decency disappeared from my mind. Steam from my ears.

I cleaned out the trash and put the kids in the living room.

Then I cleaned the cat litter box.

Normally, I throw the entire contents in a bag, but now I was a bit more precise.

She knew she needed this to be as gross as possible.

I only scooped the **** and urine clumps out of the box and divided it evenly into two small bags.

One kilogram each. Those thin ones that tear quickly.

I took the bags and went to the neighbor further down the street.

I rang the doorbell and kept the bags behind me.

The bully answered and looked quite pleased with herself.

The lady opened the door with a smug grin on her face.

The door opened wide, and I could quickly see her hall. On the right, a carpeted staircase. On the left, the open door to the living room.

Everything was pristine.

The hall continued for another 1.5 meters to the back after the stairs and door, where the toilet was.

Everything was super clean.

I asked her devilishly calmly if she had put that waste through my letterbox.

The bully admitted to the horrible act.

Her answer was yes, followed by the reasoning that because I was new there, the loose waste lying around the placed containers must have been mine, because before we lived there, that never happened.

This was the moment that all the blood vessels in my eyes burst. The calm was gone.

The homeowner has a few choice words for the bully.

In a tirade of abuse, I made it clear to her that I had not been the polluter.

If she had any decency, she could have spoken to me instead of jumping to conclusions and dirtying my house and endangering my crawling children and animals by dumping that waste in my house like that.

With the message that she liked to clean up so much, here please.

And that’s when chaos broke lose.

And I threw the two bags into her hallway.

One high against the corner of the stairs and the other on the doorpost of the living room.

Everything, really EVERYTHING, was covered in **** and the splattered clumps of cat urine.

Then she issued a final warning.

With a warning or promise that if she ever thought of doing something like that again, I would smash all her windows, I turned around and went home.

Everyone had seen and heard everything.

I never heard anything from that neighbor again, and no one ever thought of doing something like that to me again.

I can still enjoy the face she pulled when she saw the bags flying.

Now this revenge is just plain cathartic.

Redditors chime in with their reactions.

Did this neighbor seriously have nothing better to do?

This woman clearly was operating with way too unbridled hubris.

This commenter offers a slow clap.

There’s nothing more cathartic than acting on your well-earned rage.

The neighbor wanted to make a point, and she made a mess instead.

This bully had clearly gotten away with this kind of mistreatment in the past, but this time, she chose the wrong target.

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