Valerie and Jonathan, dog lovers, meticulously prepared their smart home for sale, ensuring it was spotless, even undergoing multiple deep cleanings and sanitizations. After successfully selling it and moving on, they were shocked to receive a letter from the new homeowners, whom Valerie dubbed “Yoga Barbie and Yoga Ken.” The letter dramatically accused their “stinky dogs” (Muffin and Biscuit) of leaving an overwhelming odor that disrupted their “spiritual alignment” and “hot yoga recovery time,” demanding $10,000 for carpet replacement and inconvenience.
Outraged by the audacious demand for an “imaginary problem,” Valerie consulted their realtor, Jennifer, who confirmed the house smelled only of cleanliness and advised them not to pay. Jonathan, however, had a more devious plan. Remembering they hadn’t disconnected from the smart home app, he decided to use it to “educate” the new homeowners.
That night, Jonathan began his “digital artistry,” subtly manipulating the thermostat to create a “symphony of discomfort.” He started small, raising the temperature by three degrees at 2 AM, just enough to disturb their sleep. As Mrs. Campbell called, increasingly frazzled, complaining of a “possessed” thermostat, sleepless nights, and “yoga PTSD,” Valerie sweetly suggested the house might be reacting to “spiritual disruptions” or missing Muffin and Biscuit. Jonathan escalated his efforts, creating heat waves at midnight, polar vortices at dawn, and tropical saunas during meditation times.
Two weeks into this “temperature terrorism,” their realtor called with an update: the Campbells had hired three different HVAC technicians, none of whom could find a problem. The most amusing detail was that Mrs. Campbell had told her yoga instructor the house was “cursed by dog spirits” and was burning sage while her husband resorted to sleeping in the garage due to the erratic temperatures affecting his “masculine energy flow.”
Six months later, Valerie ran into Mrs. Campbell at the grocery store. Mrs. Campbell looked tired and was carrying sage bundles, still convinced the house had a “presence.” Valerie, with mock sympathy, subtly hinted at the $10,000 demand and the possibility of “future four-legged spirits” haunting their heating bill. She left Mrs. Campbell speechless, knowing her “petty nightmare” revenge had been a success. Valerie and Jonathan learned a valuable lesson: “Never mess with people who love their pets more than money. And definitely never mess with people who still have the smart house app on their phone.”