And continued fallout from insanity yesterday

Everyone was gone pretty much all day today, so things were quiet.  The landlord texted me this evening to ask about what happened, and I told him that Josh pretty much just flipped out on Larry because he wanted him to move his car so he could mow the lawn.  I also mentioned the aftermath with the BB gun out the back window.  

"Classy," says the landlord.

He then tells me that Josh's mother, Wendi, is dealing with the crap with Larry.  I told Kevin I'd mention the BB gun thing to Wendi as well, and Kevin said that would be a good idea.

Wendi and I...well, I've blogged about her before.  See here for an example.  She's nuts.  Certifiably.  More importantly, she really hasn't lived here for the better part of a year.  Which has been good.  But I REALLY don't want to talk to her.

But I have to.  This can't pass.  So I text her about the BB gun.  I tell her it happened, and that "I choose to assume he couldn't see me and it wasn't intentional."

Text comes back.  "I just asked him.  It wasn't the BB gun, it was his paintball gun.  And he didn't see you - he would NEVER shoot at someone maliciously."

Immediate text follow-up: "I would like to know what happened to the outside toys, kitchen stuff that I had for the kids went.  I was told they are gone.  I would have liked to know what was going on so there wasn't an issue."

Oh I am SO not getting thrown under the bus for this one.  I asked Josh about them.  He said pitch them.  I told her as much.

"I would never throw anything out without checking with him first."

Response back: "It's all good.  Just was curious."

And on top of that, the trash can in the hallway is now CRAWLING with maggots from whatever he dumped in it (I'll spare you the pic for that one), and there is another bag of trash in the driveway.

Seriously.  Just happened like a half hour ago.  

So what it comes down to is that I need an exit plan.  As much work as I've put in to the back yard, as much as I'm going to do this summer...it's a rental.  I don't own it.  I have no serious stake in it, from that perspective.  And if I have no plans to buy it (and I know the landlord clearly has no plans to evict them), then I need a solid plan to get out of here.

In the meantime, however, I will work on compiling the stories.