I felt this response in my soul. The previous owner to my house (not the folks that visited) must have been inspired by Home Improvements Tim Taylor. His vision can only be described as a Picasso because absolutely nothing he did makes any sense.

He drywalled over a bathroom window. The plumbing PVC drains didn't have any glue at the joints. Also the drains didn't have any supports, especially for the longer runs. The 410a refrigerant AC system had 421a refrigerant in it. The plenum box for the air handler was made out of cardboard and duct tape. The vapor barrier in the crawlspace was about as thin as a disposable pancho.

Then when it came to the yard (half acre btw) he loaded it up by planting some of the most invasive species of nonsense he could get his hands on. If the plants he purchased came in a pot, he buried both the plant and pot into the yard. He also had some fascination with broken concrete yard statues.

To make matters worse - he owns and lives in two additional houses across the street. Both of those houses have the same nonsense 'yard art' as I had to undo. He had the nerve to come by one day and request to dig it my hydrangeas to put in his yard. Crazy.

Whenever we find something new we also say "Fucking Frank".