This is the view into my neighbor's property from my backyard. Pretty pink tree, no?
When we first moved in, we realized right away that we had to plant as many fast-growing, view-obscuring trees as possible. Because of the 5 non-working pick-up trucks scattered throughout their yard, eventually becoming a stand-alone ecosystem. Because of the tons of junk, lumber, and other construction debris piled high into the sky. Because of their motion-sensor, fog-piercing, blinding porch lighting. For a variety of reasons.
Yes, we are snobs.
Anyways, joy of joy, we saw a "For Sale" sign listed a few weeks ago and slowly, the trucks and junk were hauled away. This will definitely mean construction since their lot is very long (perpendicular to our lot, it stretches the length of 10 homes) and no individual buyer would be interested. But I can live with that. As long as the new neighbors don't subscribe to the cinder block method of parking their vehicles.
As an aside. The other day, for some strange reason I decided (for the first time since I was 14) to dry shave my legs. Odd decision. I distinctly remember it stinging like hell the first time I did it. Now I have razor burns all over my legs. The boy was less than impressed.