Definitely putting that "give an inch and they'll take a mile" saying to use.
First it was the increasing frequency of knocking on my door and asking for money.
Then he started storing "his" tools (fishing rod, fruit picker - which he actually stole from me several years ago, misc pole, boots, buckets, whatever) in my side yard (he'd prop them against the fence, but on my property, so he could retrieve them over the fence but people weren't likely to steal them). I think he asked permission once - about a year ago. I didn't raise a fuss cause it's generally been rare and wasn't worth the bother. But that also went from once in awhile to every day.
Then the big bag o' crap showed up next to my front porch, shoved down behind my plants - not visible from the street but eyesore from the porch. Just around the time I was going to throw it away, the bag disappeared (the morning after I thought he might be sleeping under my house - which is still not settled). But a new bag showed up a couple days later and has been there for about a week.
Yesterday, he became the annoying door knocker of the day... alternating between knocking and generally making a racket. Not in the mood to be panhandled at my own front door, I ignored him (and wrote the "lalalala" post).
So, last night got home around 2 and decided I'd had enough. As I walked into my house, I grabbed the bag o' crap and threw it into the front yard - plain sight - hoping someone would take it (someone like Mitchell?)
Today, still pissed, I glanced out the bathroom window to see if Mitchell's tools were still in the side yard. Nope, looks like he picked them during the prior day's racket.
But, wait... what the hell is that pole propped against the bathroom window's security bars? The window is at least 6' from the gate, how did something get that far away? Well, whatever. I decide to ignore it.
Later, I let the kitties out to play. As Skritches wandered into the side yard, I followed her and realized the pole against the window was about 12' long (thus how it made the 6' span from the gate) and it was about to knock my roof's rain spout off the wall (it just hangs there, not held on my any hooks or anything). So I pulled out the pole and adjusted the spout so it was firmly against the house again.
As I moved to put Mitchell's pole against the fence (only because i couldn't figure out how to fit it in the trash), I discovered not only his fishing pole but also his big metal fishing hook propped against the gate. And I got PISSED. He left a big metal hook just sitting on the ground, for me or my cats to step on. Or, gawd forbid, Scritches to walk into... cause I really need to increase her chance of losing her 2nd eye.
So his bag o' shit is still in the front yard. I left his 12' and fishing poles against the gate. The hook is in the trash - possibly to be removed to a remote location just in case he decides to snoop my trash (several years back, he asked to use my washing machine. I said no. Several days later, I found a tube sock on the garage floor, between the washer & drier - and I don't wear tube socks. He apparently hopped the fence and did his laundry while I was at work).
And, if I see him (though, admittedly, I'll be actively avoiding him), Mitchell is going to get told to get his shit out of here and not return.
I am really really really REALLY at my limit with the whole "thanks for the help, now give me more" attitude!!"