Back to what I found in the back of my truck, It was a big ole rat, a huge one nothing like anything I had ever encountered at my plant before. It all clicked at that moment, this was his underhanded scheme to make it seem like I was planting these animals around the plant. I couldn’t believe it but I didn’t lose my temper, I disposed of the rat and made my way to H_____. I didn’t confront him directly but simply struck up a conversation and as normal in every conversation we ever had, he says something that makes him laugh in a huge boisterous deep laugh and then at that point I ask him “why did you put that rat in the back of my truck?” Smooth as ice without showing any concern or anger, I wanted to see the look on his face.
They were so into it that they didn’t even notice me watching them. When they finished, John made a move to go to the bathroom. He turned towards the door and that’s when he saw me. He looked like an electrocuted cat (I haven’t seen one, chill) and screamed like a lady. Brittany sat up in bed and saw me. She rolled to the side of the bed and tried to hide under and shouting “you b*tch!” the whole time LOL too bad she didn’t fit so she had to settle for the corner with the duvet covering her naked self.
John tried to sweet-talk me and give some lame excuse of what I just saw. I wasn’t having any of it. I stood from the chair, snapped a quick photo of them in the room, found the spare key I gave him, took my groceries and calmly went out of there. Both of them were working at an airbase in Japan. Brittany was married. I asked some of my friends who know Brittany and her husband and I managed to get her and her husband’s email. I emailed him of what happened, attached the photo I took and Cc’d both John and Brittany.
We moved into a small, quiet neighborhood very close to my widowed mother and the area I grew up in. At the time I was working for a custom home builder and I was the superintendent / lead carpenter on almost all our projects. Sometimes, I would have to fabricate things at home for a job as the projects were wrapping up and there was no place to work on-site. One Sunday afternoon I was planing down some material (approximately 2pm) to fabricate new cabinet doors (the painters had stained them the wrong color and these needed to be in place by Monday morning).
It took about an hour to finish the planing and clean up and now I was getting ready to start cutting the pieces to length and gluing up the panels when she came back over and said “I thought you were done!” I told I was not but that this tool was much quieter than the other one and that it will not take to long to complete. She stewed in her juices for a minute and stomped her way back home. For the next 6 years, while they were living there, she would call the HOA every other day for anything she thought violated the HOA rules (bikes out, garden hose not wrapped up – those types of things.
It was obvious to him that I knew it was he who had done it..and I had a witness. The look on his face said it all, I could see the mental shuffle in him grasping for ideas through the wide-eyed open stare of shock he exhibited. He said “I had just found it and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible so I put it in the back of your truck.” I said “really, my truck instead of a garbage can?” I didn’t show any anger rather an innocent chuckle at the stupidity of his reasoning. He laughed along, kind of relieved that it seemed that I wasn’t overreacting or overthinking into it and making a big deal of it. I could tell he wasn’t thinking that I already put everything together and knew of his conspiracy and underhanded ways.