After moving into a quiet neighborhood with my son for a fresh start, I met Linda,

the seemingly sweet next-door neighbor. She welcomed us with cookies

and offered to grab any packages left on our porch. Harmless, right?

Except… my packages started disappearing. Over and over again. Every time,

Linda would “find” them—opened—and giggle, claiming she thought they were hers.

It started with small things, but soon she was “mistakenly” opening my boots, toys,

and even a limited-edition Christmas ornament meant for my mom. That was the last straw.

So, I got creative. I ordered a glitter bomb kit, wrapped it up like a

normal package, and left it on the porch with my name clearly on it.

Just as expected, Linda swiped it. The next morning?

Screaming. I looked out the window and there she was—covered in glitter.

Her hair sparkled, her clothes were a mess, and her pride? Shattered.

She stormed over, furious. I opened the door with a smile and said,

“Oh, Linda! Did you accidentally take another one of my packages?” Let’s just say,

she got the message. Word spread, neighbors started speaking up, and Linda’s

little porch theft operation came to an end. Since then, not a single

package has gone missing. Sometimes, justice glitters.