I'd start sawing and drilling every Saturday morning... My next-door neighbor finally snapped and yelled at me. I thought they were just being grumpy. But then I remembered they work nights... and I saw it from their side. Now I save the noisy stuff for afternoons.
I mean, they're just trying to solve the problem, but the poisons could spread to our yards. Maybe it's just me, but I feel stuck since I run a pest control business and know the risks.
I always thought my art time was harmless, but her polite note about the smell of turpentine woke me up. Now I set up in the garage and we're both happier.