Lady D
SoWal Insider
If it were me, and if I knew exactly where the stake went, I would (as subtly as possible) put it back in its place. (And it sounds like that's what you did...)
My western property line is really funky, and I have two neighbors on it. None of the three of us really follow the property line when we mow; we all overlap the lines just to be safe.
But all of our iron pins are in place. That seems to be the important issue, if you ask me. As a gardener, that's one of the first things I ask a new client--where is the property line EXACTLY? They say that good fences make good neighbors. Established property pins are as good as a fence in most cases. (And I don't like shared fences or hedges for that matter. Someone's side of it is always neglected.)
Every once in a while, my crazy redneck meth-manufacturing foster-parent neighbors will breech the lines. The last time was kind of funny: I saw something lying in the yard and figured it was a bag or something that blew out of their permanent construction dumpster. (I guess trash cans would be too easy.) Dad went to investigate it for me, and came back grinning. It was a wind sock on a broom handle. In a fit of culture or something, they had dug a hole in my yard and put a plastic cup in it for putting practice. Dad asked them to move it off my yard, and they did.
Later I could see them out there hitting golf balls into the road--shirtless, in trucker hats, with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. (Sometimes I wish that natural selection would speed up a little!)
Well, unfortunately the guy that had lived there before this man who did the remodeling is the one who removed the stake and I assume threw it away. It never was put back.


Why not just be playful about it and thank him for mowing your part of the yard and offer to hire him as your lawn boy.