Forklift Justice for Trespassing Neighbors

They kept parking their construction junk on my land, so I returned it—one delivery at a time.

I own 4 acres just outside Phoenix, mostly open dirt with a small shed and water line I

installed in 2018. My land borders a newly built luxury home. The owners,

a couple who flipped houses for profit, treated the boundary like a suggestion. First it was stacks

of lumber. Then pallets of bricks. Then a cement mixer parked half on my

land. I warned them twice. They laughed and said, “It’ll be gone after

the build.” Instead, it doubled. Tire ruts tore through my soil, irrigation lines

snapped. I documented everything—dates, photos, drone shots. I filed a formal