So we have this mini side yard on one side of our house. There are no windows or doors on that side, so you can't see or access it from the house; you have to go out the garage and around the house to get to it. It's tiny and unaccessible, so basically it will never get used.
Ever since we moved in, I have been nervous about having that side yard. Because our house sat empty on the market for so long, I've worried that people have found out about its vacancy and hang out over there. I work up these thoughts of bad guys camping out in our side yard watching my every move, knowing when I leave the house and robbing everything while I'm gone... or kidnapping me when Luke's out of town (I'm kind of a paranoid freak).
Well a few weeks ago Luke and I were in the garage cutting tile when we heard noise coming from that side of the house. I went out the garage and peaked around the corner through the slats in the fence and totally saw 2 bodies! Freaking out, I ran back into the garage to tell Luke that there were people in our yard! My worst fears were happening--- People clearly knew about our side yard, that it had been vacant, and they've been hanging out there for who knows how long, and what kinds of trouble they've been up to!
Luke headed out and around the house tip-toeing up to the fence, with me trailing along behind him. He tapped the fence open and I was seriously panicking, waiting to find someone pull a gun on my husband! We opened the fence to find two teenagers HARD CORE making out. Very inappropriately. The stunned expression on all four of our faces was probably really funny, now that I think back at it. But at the time, I was just angry that people were using our space as their secret hideout.
We told them that this was our yard and to please get out. "Oh, this is your house?" they responded, as if they didn't know the fenced area they had entered was someone else's property. They exited our yard with a walk of shame. It was really awkward, but Luke and I were trying to keep from busting up.
No less than 3 days later, we were yet again in our garage when we heard more rustling coming from that side again! Seriously!?! This time we just banged on the garage wall until we heard them leave. We have no idea if it was the same people, or if perhaps many people have been using our side yard as their secret getaway and take turns using it. Heck, they probably have a sign up sheet that gets passed around and all the teenagers pick what time they'd like to use our make-out spot. We'd never know.
So we got a lock and locked the fence shut. Now it's official--what was before a space that would most likely never get used is now a space that will almost definitely never get used. Unless we suddenly feel the urge to grab the key, unlock the fence, and hang out in our 3ft wide muddy side yard.
Sorry, teenagers!
