The other day, after chatting to my neighbor, and finding that neighbor drunk and bleary eyed for the third time in a row, I said to my partner – “poor R– , I think they might be an alcoholic”. No reply. So I said – “did you hear me, I said I think R– might be an alcoholic”. And he, totally deadpan said in reply – “I take everyone’s recycle bins down each week for them so I’m way ahead of you on that observation”.

I am not sure this has any relevance to your own story – just recycle bins, neighbors.

And again, poor R–.

We had a sort of opposite incident when we moved into our house; My husband was bringing the bins in and spacing out, and totally stole all three of our next door neighbors’ bins. Even though neighbor’s bins had their address on them. Prominently. Nice Neighbor came over the next day like “WTF?” and all I could say was “This was not the way we wanted to introduce ourselves to you.”

I’ve been waiting to hear ever since! Did the bin come back again? Have you had to do a stake out? Oooh! You could pop Strudel in there with some eye [and air] holes and she could find the culprit!

p.s. It is I, @weirdturnedpro, from over Twitter way.