How Two Sassy Sisters Served Up Steaming Justice: A 90s Dog Poop Revenge Tale
Summertime in the late ‘90s: the air is thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass, bike tires thump along the sidewalk, and somewhere, in the suburban battleground between HOA and non-HOA territory, a war is brewing—over dog poop.
If you’ve ever had the pleasure (read: horror) of stepping in a steaming pile of canine excrement in your own yard, you know the rage. But what happens when the culprits aren’t strays, but a neighbor’s pint-sized pooch and a little old lady with a devil-may-care attitude? For Redditor u/EvilFairyPrincess91 and her sister, the answer was equal parts petty, poetic, and perfectly ‘90s.
Whose Poop Is It Anyway?
Picture it: two latchkey sisters, ages 8 and 11, home alone for the summer while mom and dad work. The backyard is reserved for their own dogs, so when mysterious piles start cropping up in the front yard, the family is stumped. The usual suspects—courteous dog walkers—are ruled out. But one fateful day, the girls catch the real culprit “in the act”: the neighbor lady from the corner, leash in hand, with her chihuahua-dachshund mix squatting dead center in their grass.
Dad makes a polite comment. The neighbor ignores it. And—because the universe loves irony—she doubles down, letting her dog venture further and further into their yard for its daily constitutional. The working theory? She’s avoiding HOA fines by letting her dog “go” where the bylaws don’t reach. Classic HOA shenanigans.
When Petty Revenge Calls, Millennials Answer
One ruined car ride (thanks to a particularly ill-timed pile and an unfortunate step), and the girls decide enough is enough. Dad threatens diplomatic intervention, but as anyone with a “hot air” parent knows, that’s not happening. This was a job for the kids.
Armed with a trowel, a crayon, and the kind of creative vengeance only siblings can muster, they stake out the window, waiting for the perfect moment. When the neighbor and her dog return from their walk, the girls spring into action. Scooping up the offending deposit, they march it down the street, balance it on her doormat, and leave a note: “You left this behind.” (Written in crayon, because of course.)
Ding-dong-ditch complete, they hide in the bushes, watching the drama unfold. Instead of their intended target, the neighbor’s husband opens the door—barefoot. Cue the squelch, the yelp, and the satisfaction of justice served warm.
The Art of the Poop-Back
What makes this story so delightfully petty? It’s not just the return of the “gift” or the gleeful crayon note. It’s the fact that these girls understood the true spirit of suburban warfare: creativity, timing, and plausible deniability. No flaming bag cliché here—just pure, undiluted originality.
Their explanation when caught? “No one is going to expect that it is just going to be on the mat, they’re looking for the bag or a bag on fire. That’s what they do on TV.” If this doesn’t encapsulate millennial childhood ingenuity, I don’t know what does.
Why This Tale Resonates
Nearly everyone with a yard—or boundaries—has battled with a neighbor over something petty. Whether it’s trash cans, leaf blowers, or animal antics, the lines between “my space” and “your responsibility” get blurry. What makes this story a classic is its blend of righteous indignation and childlike mischief. The girls didn’t escalate; they simply returned what was owed, with a dose of humor and a dash of crayon-based sass.
And, as the postscript reveals, their method worked. The neighbor’s dog found a new route, and peace (and clean shoes) were restored.
Final Thoughts: What Would You Do?
Petty revenge, when done with a wink and a smile, can be both cathartic and community-building (or, in this case, boundary-setting). While we don’t condone returning dog poop to your neighbor’s doormat (unless you have a really good note), we do celebrate creative problem-solving.
Have you ever had to deal with a neighbor’s not-so-little mess? What’s the pettiest revenge you’ve ever pulled off—or wished you had? Share your stories in the comments below and let’s keep the spirit of suburban justice alive!
Who knows—maybe your tale will be the next crayon-scrawled legend.
Original Reddit Post: A Dog, A Poo, and a Ding Dong Ditch