The couple wouldn’t stop bugging Victoria about the color of her home. “Bright enough for you, Victoria?!” Mr. Davis would often sneer and nudge his wife, and she would respond with a hyena-like cackle before asking, “Victoria, have you ever considered changing it? Perhaps something more impartial?”

This went on and on and one day Mrs. Davis approached Victoria while she was planting her petunias and said boldly, “Victoria, that color is so ugly! It goes with everything! It must be removed. For a change, how about something like… beige…?”

“Mrs. Davis, is that the reason for the commotion outside?” The looks on people’s faces led Victoria believe that a UFO had touched down. “But it’s only a tiny bit of paint!”

“A tiny bit of paint? Our neighborhood appears to have been invaded by a gigantic banana! Consider the worth of your property! You must be able to perceive how flashy it is,” Mrs. Davis scowled.

Victoria tried to stay composed. She explained that it was the color her late husband preferred and that she wasn’t breaking any legal rules with the choice of color. Sadly, Mrs. Davis was persistent and said, “Victoria, this isn’t over by a long shot!” and apparently she meant it because she and her husband put Victoria through plenty of ordeals by suing her for “safety hazard” and “blinding color.”