Nowt to do with ivy, just, just made me remember this
I used to live next door to a bird man. To be blunt, the man was a total cunt.
Back then I had a really docile cat who never left the vicinity if he couldn't see the house - this is 100% the truth, that cat NEVER wandered in it's life.
Birdman fuck decided to fill his garden with averies one day and after about 3 weeks decided to start complaining to me constantly that my cat was scaring his birds. It wasn't mine that was doing it, my cat didn't give two shits about his birds nor anything else for that matter but the twat continued to blame my him. Please keep in mind, it was a village and FULL of FUCKING CATS!
Anyway, fast forward about 3 months and one day Sega (my cat) was gone. Nothing. Not a sign. No cat.
It was clear to me what happened to my cat and on this notion I confronted the fucker next door with this clearness in mind. He of course denied anything I may have accused him outrightly of but not convincingly enough. I KNOW he did it. Which is what then led me to proclaim to him that I knew he did it and that he best be good at sleeping with one fucking eye open because I was going to kill all his birds in return and that he'd have to catch me doing it.
Three nights later (which pleased me to know that he had spent the last 3 nights sweating about it) the law turned up to ask me if I had threatened to kill his birds. I told them yes, got a rollicking for wasting police time complete with a lecture on what I can and can't say EVEN if I don't mean it and then they left me be.
As I said, damn all to do with ivy but does have a nice wee moral.... don't have fucking neighbours (which I ain't ever had since)