By early morning, the squatters were alerted by the foul smell. They stumbled out of the house, coughing and covering their noses. Vernon watched from a distance, feeling a surge of satisfaction as his plan unfolded perfectly.
The squatters frantically called for pest control, unable to endure the stench. Vernon and his team remained hidden, their eyes trained on every movement. The sight of the squatters’ distress gave him a grim sense of vindication.