I asked my neighbor to clean up after using my BBQ, but the next day she taped a list of rules to my door and insisted that I abide by them.
When my new neighbor Claire moved in six months ago, I assumed she’d be a polite, unobtrusive person. In her 40s and living with her 16-year-old son Adam, she initially seemed normal—I even lent her a ladder, a garden hose, and allowed her to use our outdoor grill when we weren’t around, thinking that was…