Every time I came home over the past few weeks, something odd happened: my front door wouldn’t open. My key just wouldn’t turn — and every time I looked closer, there was a tiny toothpick jammed deep in the lock.
At first, I brushed it off as weird neighbors or bored kids playing pranks. But when it happened again the next day, I knew this wasn’t random.
Enter Danny — my laid‑back friend who shows up like clockwork whenever life gets strange. He pulled up in his old truck, toolkit in hand, and confirmed it: someone had put that toothpick in on purpose.
Danny fixed the lock that night, told me to call if it happened again, and left with a laugh. Famous last words. Because 24 hours later… it happened again.
We realized we had a targeted intruder — someone with patience, and a reason. So Danny set up an old security camera he swore was “bulletproof.” He hung it high, wired to my phone, and for the first time, I watched what was happening — in real time.
At 7:14 p.m., my phone buzzed. I hit the video — and my stomach dropped. There he was: Josh — my ex‑boyfriend. The same guy I’d caught lying, texting “work friends,” and secretly dining with someone named Amber while I worked endless double shifts.
There he was, creeping up my porch at night like a villain in a thriller, carefully inserting that toothpick into my lock.
I was furious — but instead of calling the police, I called Connor. Connor is the kind of guy whose presence feels like a motorcycle growl and a half‑built engine — wild, unpredictable, and strangely comforting.
We set a trap.
The next evening, I dramatically pretended to leave the house and hid nearby. Connor waited inside — clad in my ridiculous pink robe — ready when Josh showed up. True to our plan, he crept up, toothpick in hand… and Connor burst out the door.
“You must be the toothpick fairy!” Connor joked with zero shame as Josh froze — then bolted, sprinting like his life depended on it.
But the story didn’t end there.
Josh soon confessed that he was trying to “help” — claiming he hoped if I couldn’t get into my house, he’d come to the rescue and maybe we’d reconnect. Not romantic — delusional.
We told him — politely but firmly — to disappear. And he did. Connor and I even made a TikTok video from the footage — which blew up, hitting millions of views in just days.
Josh’s reaction? A furious email about privacy. But the real kicker came when his job fired him shortly after — once it was revealed he’d been sneaking around outside at night.
Now the locks are changed for good, the chapter closed, and I’m living my life — laughing over pizza with Connor, celebrating what we called “The Great Toothpick Revenge.”
Sometimes karma doesn’t need the police — just a camera, a bold plan, and a viral moment to set things straight.
