Getting Beat Up

This weekend was a BEAUTIFUL weekend in Michigan.  It was unseasonably warm weather, blue skies, sunny, and the Michigan State Spartans kicked much ass! :)

Saturday morning was much like any other morning.  My husband had gone to work for a few hours.  My son had eaten breakfast and was playing some games.  I was getting dressed and ready to get some yard work done.  I step out of my house and see a couple of kids in my back yard by my garage.  I say in a loud voice "Get out of my yard!"  And they run off down the little hill the separates my property from the neighbor.  Immediately following, much like an echo, I hear this woman's voice scream back "you don't yell at those  kids."  Now, I'm a bit dumbfounded, but not enough that my brain stops working, so I say loudly "I wasn't yelling at them."

And then it gets a bit blurry, where she's screaming a bunch of stuff, and I hear her say something about "they're just getting a cat out of the yard" to which I reply "there's always cats in my yard."  Now, I have never seen these kids before.  Don't know a thing about them.  They don't go to school here, because they're not at the bus stop.  I think they're with their "part time mom" (divorce situation).  Then I see kid #3, who I know, with his cat coming out of my back yard.  I look at him and throw my hands up in the air and say "Joe???" - you know, in that WTF kind of way.  He just looks at me and runs off.

Whatever.  This psycho woman is still yelling.  Then she RUNS from across the yard up the little hill toward my property line and stops.  I was a bit taken aback.  She was going to beat me up.  Seriously.  Now, it sounds stupid as I write this out, but that was her intention.  But maybe when she got up to the property line, one decent brain cell in her head clicked in, or maybe when she saw me, and saw that I didn't run away, she thought twice.

Now, I'm not a big person.  I'm an average 5'4" woman.  She was about three inches taller and a good 30 pounds heavier.  I'm not looking for a fight, but I won't let anyone lay a hand on me either.  I will defend myself.  (I always tell my husband that if I ever got attacked and was killed, he'd know that I fought every step of the way.)

She screams at me that I ALWAYS scream at the kids, and then asks me "is this your pole?!!" (there's an old pole on the property where she was) and I say "yeah, I guess" and she screams "Well this is MY PROPERTY" and points to where she's standing.  Then she walks off saying some other shit, and then she starts yelling again as she calls someone on the phone.  I hear her scream something like "She was inches away from getting her ass whipped."

I don't know this woman.  She is NOT the owner of the property next door.  I know who the owners are.  I haven't met them, but I've seen them.  She was merely a visitor, I guess, to their property.  And I guess those were her kids.  I don't know.  I don't know a thing about her.  And I never scream at kids.  Because there aren't any around here except for mine, and then one other.  And they're in school all day.  And at night, I'm making dinner and spending it with my family.

Was she tripped out on crack?  She had to be on something, because no one snaps like that.  She's nuts, or on drugs or something.  Did she think I was someone else?  Was she hearing things?  Was she seeing things?  I don't know.  She's some 45-55 year old crazed woman with issues.  Because we're all a little too old for fisticuffs. 

This isn't the first problem we've had with neighbors, but it certainly is the worst.  My thought for that day?  WTF.  Seriously.

My husband talked to the police, by the way.  They figure it's an isolated incident, but if she goes psycho again, we'll be having them pay a visit.