As the groundhog prepares to make his annual prediction, perhaps the only forecast that matters is this: the naughty neighbor isn’t going anywhere. He’s out there now, revving his snowblower at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday. The only question is – what are you going to do about it?

The Great Recession’s shadow looms large. People who are underwater on their mortgages can’t move. They’re stuck. And when you can’t flee a bad situation, you fight for every inch of territory. The home, once a sanctuary, has become a cage. And the neighbor’s leaf blower at 7 a.m. on a Sunday isn’t just noise – it’s an assault on the last thing you feel you own: peace and quiet.

There’s – the family with four cars, a boat, and a recreational vehicle, all of which occupy the street in front of your house, leaving you to park three blocks away in February slush.

There’s – the guy in the split-level who believes his new 1,200-watt subwoofer is a public good. At 11 p.m. on a Tuesday, as you’re trying to wind down from a 10-hour shift, his living room becomes a nightclub. The drywall vibrates. Your toddler cries. He yells, “It’s not even 11:30 yet!”

Take the case of Ronald and Patricia K. of suburban Cleveland (names changed for legal reasons). In January 2010, their neighbor’s tree dropped a limb on their garage. The neighbor refused to pay the insurance deductible. Ronald retaliated by trimming the offending branch at 6 a.m. with a chainsaw. The neighbor called the police for a noise violation. Ronald then installed a 6-foot privacy fence – painted high-visibility orange on the neighbor’s side.

Pass the earplugs. And the plat map. This feature was originally conceived as a slice of suburban cultural observation for early 2010, reflecting the anxieties and irritations of the post-recession era.