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Nextdoor Wars: Potted plants pilfered in La Mesa
A late-night stop at the cheese shop leads to gone greens
San Diego has always been a city of hidden stories — murmured in the spaces between sun-bleached bungalows, whispered over backyard fences, and now, increasingly, shouted into the digital void of neighborhood apps. And nowhere are these narratives more brutally and hilariously exposed than on Nextdoor, the social media platform that has become the city's most unfiltered confessional. But for this story, we'll turn back to that old standby, Facebook.
Nestled in the rolling hills of east county San Diego, La Mesa was founded in 1892 as an agricultural community. Back in the day, lush citrus groves covered its landscape. The name — which translates to "The Table," and may seem a bit strange, given the aforementioned rolling hills — conjured images of ideal farmland. Then came the artist's colony. Writers! Singers! And of course, that element always brings drama along with its aesthetic splendor. So perhaps the following should not come as a surprise.
The Original Post
On January 11, at the delightfully criminal hour of 3:40 am, a woman described as “Caucasian, 50s-60s, auburn hair, and a smoker” rolled up in front of the newly opened Bougie’s Cheese Shop and made not one but two trips to snag a trio of potted plants situated in front of the business. She reportedly “eyed” the other plants too, but mercifully left those behind — for now. Imagine her deliberation, the master burglar's careful deliberation: I could take more. But are the police on their way? If I don't get them now, will they be better protected when I return? How much time do I have? What is that fern really worth to me?
Comments/Observations
1. “Put a GPS tracker in a decoy pot!”
It's tempting to believe that there is a technological solution to every problem. But in the end, it's still a match of wits and experience. Do you really imagine this purloiner of plants is unfamiliar with such starter-pack security measures?
2. “Most white-collar crime of 2025.”
Well, yeah. What part of "Bougie" did you not understand?
3. “This kind of theft is usually caused by one of four things: A compulsive stealing addiction. Feeling entitled to someone else’s petunias. Revenge—maybe the victim’s begonias outshone hers. Or, you know, just plain crazy.”
Sir, put down the true crime podcast and back away slowly. That said, it’s hard to imagine anyone plotting their villain origin story around a grudge over potted plants, but stranger things have happened. Poison Ivy, anyone?
4. “I’ve given up on planter pots and patio furniture. Nothing’s safe anymore.”
What price, prosperity? La Mesa may have come into its own of late, but remember the line from The Hobbit: "All this wealth was what brought the dragon."
Final Thoughts
La Mesa’s transformation into a desirable hub has brought new challenges, and this caper is a bizarre reminder of that. As the city continues its glow-up, some folks—like our nocturnal green-thumbed bandit—are just trying to keep up. If you’re reading this, Plant Bandit, there’s still time to turn over a new leaf!
Here's something you might be interested in.
Nextdoor Wars: Potted plants pilfered in La Mesa
A late-night stop at the cheese shop leads to gone greens
Nextdoor Wars: Potted plants pilfered in La Mesa
A late-night stop at the cheese shop leads to gone greens
San Diego has always been a city of hidden stories — murmured in the spaces between sun-bleached bungalows, whispered over backyard fences, and now, increasingly, shouted into the digital void of neighborhood apps. And nowhere are these narratives more brutally and hilariously exposed than on Nextdoor, the social media platform that has become the city's most unfiltered confessional. But for this story, we'll turn back to that old standby, Facebook.
Nestled in the rolling hills of east county San Diego, La Mesa was founded in 1892 as an agricultural community. Back in the day, lush citrus groves covered its landscape. The name — which translates to "The Table," and may seem a bit strange, given the aforementioned rolling hills — conjured images of ideal farmland. Then came the artist's colony. Writers! Singers! And of course, that element always brings drama along with its aesthetic splendor. So perhaps the following should not come as a surprise.
The Original Post
On January 11, at the delightfully criminal hour of 3:40 am, a woman described as “Caucasian, 50s-60s, auburn hair, and a smoker” rolled up in front of the newly opened Bougie’s Cheese Shop and made not one but two trips to snag a trio of potted plants situated in front of the business. She reportedly “eyed” the other plants too, but mercifully left those behind — for now. Imagine her deliberation, the master burglar's careful deliberation: I could take more. But are the police on their way? If I don't get them now, will they be better protected when I return? How much time do I have? What is that fern really worth to me?
Comments/Observations
1. “Put a GPS tracker in a decoy pot!”
It's tempting to believe that there is a technological solution to every problem. But in the end, it's still a match of wits and experience. Do you really imagine this purloiner of plants is unfamiliar with such starter-pack security measures?
2. “Most white-collar crime of 2025.”
Well, yeah. What part of "Bougie" did you not understand?
3. “This kind of theft is usually caused by one of four things: A compulsive stealing addiction. Feeling entitled to someone else’s petunias. Revenge—maybe the victim’s begonias outshone hers. Or, you know, just plain crazy.”
Sir, put down the true crime podcast and back away slowly. That said, it’s hard to imagine anyone plotting their villain origin story around a grudge over potted plants, but stranger things have happened. Poison Ivy, anyone?
4. “I’ve given up on planter pots and patio furniture. Nothing’s safe anymore.”
What price, prosperity? La Mesa may have come into its own of late, but remember the line from The Hobbit: "All this wealth was what brought the dragon."
Final Thoughts
La Mesa’s transformation into a desirable hub has brought new challenges, and this caper is a bizarre reminder of that. As the city continues its glow-up, some folks—like our nocturnal green-thumbed bandit—are just trying to keep up. If you’re reading this, Plant Bandit, there’s still time to turn over a new leaf!
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