I do what I can to thwart the mobbers, staying up late for a few minutes of quiet after they give up for the night. Then I might go sleep in a different room. Or I might not.
The last few nights, after unplugging the Sonic fiber service and the one lamp I light, I crept off to a different bedroom. This makes the Albany lowlife to the north frustrated and furious—you could compare him to an ogre. I heard his belligerent cry a few weeks back over some open microphone: “I want my money!” Presumably he was alluding to whatever kickback he was promised for battering me out my home.
The mobbers in Albany and in Seattle clearly combine wireless bandwidth with sensors to track my whereabouts within my home and on the lot. Maybe lights, maybe infrared, maybe microphones to listen for sounds. Put a Ring camera at this house, some motion-detecting lights at that house, some sensing devices on beam-formed WiFi elsewhere, et voilà!
Recently in Seattle, I woke to the north mobbing house owner showing the ropes to some newbies. “We wake’em so we don’t kill’em,” he said. One of the newbies started: “Does she know we’re in her—”. The transmission was cut before the question was fully articulated, but the words might have been “venting system” or “router.” They might also have been “electric meter”—the meter at the Seattle house has the bells and whistles, and the vulnerabilities, of a smart meter.
Back to this morning in Albany, by early morning the mobbers knew where I was. I woke to the voice of the Albany Crossfit guy, most likely, assuring the lowlife, “I can still get in under the cookie.” He may have already been at the fence line the shortest distance from the exterior of the house in that area of the lot. A moment or two later, I heard the release of a pressurized spray in the crawlspace beneath me. I felt a pressing against the floorboards from below. (I continue to sleep with mattresses on the hardwood to keep me beneath the level of the window sill. That seems to make it a bit harder for them to pinpoint me for whatever they have in store for me on any given day. Most radio frequency does come in through the window panes.)
What’s a cookie? I’ve suspected that they have dug beneath my foundation and, if so, that may be the case on both sides of the house. Based on some search engine lookup, a “cookie” refers to a concrete pad that supports a foundation or might support other structures. It’s also possible that the Albany Crossfit guy was alluding to access from under the concrete support for a fence. For example, on the north side, the Albany lowlife dug beneath and broke a fence post (and the gate it supported) a year or two back while I was up in Seattle. That may have allowed him access to draft or vent noxious substances into the walls of the house from a point close to the two utility access doors for the original natural gas and knob-and-tube electric services—both of these now bypassed by my updates.
This is what the Albany block coordinator, who held a position with the City of Albany for years, is doing with her role in emergency services. If the City of Albany cared, they could stop this monkey wrenching and discourage the predatory crime of mobbing.
