Ms. Tiburon had the only house on Fountain Road with a pristine green lawn, but it came at a cost.
From sunrise to sunset, she policed her lawn’s perimeter with a meticulous eye.
She chased away dog walkers, neighborhood kids, and any other daytime threats. Her aggressive tactics often began with harsh words and ended with violators receiving an unwanted sprinkler shower.
As other lawns became tainted with yellow spots and footprints, her landscaping and ego remained unspoiled.
When burglars arrived one night, they too recognized her yard’s exquisiteness.
“If this is just the exterior, what’s within the interior?” they wondered.