They're gone! They're gone!
Their black polyester sheet is down, and I took all the skeleton heads off the fence this afternoon, just as I'd planned.
This move was a real stroke of luck for me. No more drugs; no more violence and lying; no more creepy loud visitors; no more fearing for both my own trees and the gorgeous oak in their yard. No more obscenities in front of children.
And no more blaring country music!