That’s right—Brian.First stop: the environmental agency. I reported the destruction of a protected habitat—because I’d registered the pond years ago, and it housed rare fish. Within days, Brian was hit with a $50,000 fine.Next move? I called my grandson Ethan, a lawyer. We sued Brian for property damage and emotional distress. But I wasn’t done.I had a little chat with Brian’s wife, Karen. Turns out,
Brian told her the city ordered the pond removed. When she heard the truth and the history of the pondshe was furious. Days later, Brian disappeared. Then I woke up to the sound of machinery. Karen had hired a crew to restore the pond herself.Now, the frogs are back, the pond is better than ever, and Karen and I are great friends. Brian? He’s out of state, hopefully learning not to mess with grandmas who know the law and have a camera in their oak tree.
