My Neighbors Dug A Two-Acre Lake On My Land While I Was Out Of State—Then Told Me Their Contractor Said It Was Theirs, And That Was The Day I Learned How Expensive Arrogance Can Be

fence aligned with the documented boundary. The spring channel was mine. The basin was mine. The damaged trees were mine. There was no interpretation that made Brent and Laurel’s lake belong to them.

Harold drafted a formal notice that afternoon. We sent it certified mail. Stop work immediately. Restore the land to its prior condition. Remove unauthorized structures or improvements. Eighteen days.

I believed, foolishly, that facts would settle it.

Facts do settle many things among people who respect them. But facts are less effective against pride with a lawyer