The wind...

Wind is bad. I don't like wind. I wish the wind would go away. I wish my yard did not possess some supernatural quality that attracts every (and I do mean every) one of those damned helicopter pods all maple trees shed this time of year. They are a plague bordering on Biblical. People smile knowingly when I relate my frustration regarding this matter. Some laugh at my plight. I hate people. My ash and ornamental apple trees don't bother anyone. Since these pods are the property of my neighbor, can't I legally force him to remove them? If not, then a big drill and a jug of Round-Up is the next logical step. Of course none of this would be necessary if the freaking wind would stop blowing.