Fabulously Out There reports on her rude awakening.

Harold M. Clemens writes; says Hispanics seem to own all the apartments in the 'hood these days:

... lord knows I'm tired of grinnin', cracking fake smiles, and putting on an affected accent just to find a place to rest for the next few months. I'm even more tired of being second guessed. one palito bitch asked me, "You make $40k?!" in visible shock after reading my rental app. Beeeyyooottchh!! as if $40k is some kinda money! I got peoples who probably blow that on weed, alcohol, and food in a year. ...

Amy discovers her new next-door neighbors came equipped with banjos - and very healthy pipes:

... As I stood waiting for someone to answer my loud and impatient knock, I heard more clearly what was happening. At least four people were in the neighbor's apartment singing a song about Jesus. Loudly. I waited for a while, but I was chilling in my hallways in my gross pajamas and decided to go back inside since the Lord apparently does not care about pissed off neighbors banging on the door. ...

Jenny discovers a solution for the neighbor from hell with the all-screaming, all-the-time kids. Classical music and speakers pointed out the window are involved.

Jenny has them - bad enough to force her to flee her own apartment just to get some sleep.

Alyssa Boehm thought she could live and let live with the groundhog in her yard. Until she went outside and discovered Hoggy likes her tomatoes:

... And so it begins. Let loose the dogs (or cats) of war. I gotta find some mothballs... and maybe Bill Murray.

Earlier:
Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now about to become the Masters champion.

From this to this.

Mike Ball goes on a tour of JP houses with built-in garages:

... They were the first in the Boston area, maybe in New England. These narrow and short rooms nestle under the compact houses. When they were included in the houses in the 1920s, they were perfect for the reigning Model-T Fords. Yet quickly as Americans emerged out of the Great Depression, their passion for the long, wide muscle cars meant most of these garages became storage and junk rooms. ...

Apparently, B Street is now the Seaport District.

Nobody messes with Moe's garden. So when woodchucks started feasting on it and moth balls failed to keep them away, Jeff got all Caddyshack on them:

... I poured tiki torch fuel down their hole and set it on fire. Then I set some mothballs on fire and rolled those down the hole too.

While I didn't manage to start a forest fire, I did accidentally catch a few stray logs on fire. Thankfully the watering can was there to fight them. ...