AITA for Telling My Neighbor Their "Quirky" Rick and Morty Lawn Statues Are Giving Our HOA Full-on Interdimensional Cable PTSD?

AITA for telling my neighbor their “quirky” Rick and Morty lawn statues are giving our HOA full-on interdimensional cable PTSD?

So, like, my boomer Karen neighbor decided to “express herself” by installing a 6-foot tall Pickle Rick in a fucking kiddie pool on her front lawn. Next to it? A Mr. Meeseeks with a 2x4. I walked past it at 7 AM yesterday, mildly hungover, and I swear to god I heard the Meeseeks box say “Existence is pain” in my own head. TL;DR: I’m now being forced to live next to an unlicensed pop culture tribute that looks like it was assembled from melted Traffic Cones and spite.

I called the HOA because her sprinklers keep hitting my cat, and they’re actually threatening to fine me for “maintaining a hostile living environment.” She’s apparently “a nuanced artist” and I’m “unable to appreciate meta-narrative.” I literally can’t look at my own windows without seeing that goddamn Pickle Rick’s beady little eyes judging my life choices. Am I the asshole for wanting to live in a world without a sentient cucumber statue that’s somehow more self-aware than my actual therapist?

Top comments:

• NTA. She’s not a fan. She’s a consumer.
• INFO: Is the Pickle Rick armed? Because if it’s holding a tiny laser pistol, it’s already too late for your property value.
• YTA. You’re clearly living in a simulation and didn’t watch the episode where Jerry accidentally gets an upgrade. This is just your punishment for not rewatching Season 2 on a loop.
• ESH. You for not realizing the statue is a cry for help about her own decaying marriage, and her for not putting a tiny