I didn’t hesitate to hire landscapers, timing their arrival to disrupt Harold and Diane’s cozy afternoons. The hum of hedge clippers broke the silence of their stolen solace. Grass mowed, the once-tranquil setting now a chaos of sound. They peered through the windows, their frowns spelling confusion. ‘This is just the start,’ I mused, satisfaction blooming as the lawn churned noisily beneath their dismay.