It's Raining Garbage

My new flat has some surprising new adventures to conquer. An unexpected new obstacle is the placement of my flat. I live in the basement. Yeah, it's a converted flat; I'm not like living in some old people's basement though. The back half of the place is all exposed to my little garden, sunlight (when it's sunny), and people. I have spent the most time in my garden trying to figure out how to hang clothes out to dry in a veritable rain forest. Tricky, tricky.

As I was looking about myself yesterday, I saw a crumpled up candy wrapper in my yard. Odd. I threw it away and went about my day. Later, I saw an empty coffee cup (disposable, not ceramic) discarded on my wee porch. Odder still. I went outside to pick it up and looked for its original home. The garden is at the back of the house and fenced in... where did the mysterious cup and wrapper come from? The only solution is that my neighbours (as in upstairs neighbours) are throwing their garbage out the freakin' window.

Have you seen the Simpsons where Homer pisses off the sanitation department? I don't want to live in that kind of situation. I have to hope this is just a freak coincidence. Maybe it just got bumped out the open window. I would understand that. But if this becomes an issue, I'll have to bust out Passive Aggressive Patty and make a garbage slingshot and return the goods.