Renuzit: the Reckoning

At this very minute, the crazed neighbor across the hall is pitching a fit, yelping like a whipped dog and clapping maniacally.
Again.
The moon will be full in a few days, I believe.
She's better than the freaking Farmer's almanac, I tell you.

Speaking of which, not long ago, hearing a noise, I looked out of my peephole to find her door wide open.

She was lying prostrate across the hall, her feet in her own apartment, her head a foot from my threshold.
Then, without ceremony, she got up and went along her crazy way.

Anyway, the day after I completed my my stealth mission to replace the Renuzit and Miss Havisham flower arrangement in the hallway,
I came home to find the orchid still sitting where I had set it.

The new 12 dollar reed diffuser from Pier One...with which I had replaced the Renuzit, however, was gone.

I searched around the building and found it placed on a pile of trash a few feet away.
So that's how it's going to be, eh?

Bring it on, Banshee.