Clicking Into My Trap
Next I used the proxy to inject fake, perfectly timed Wi-Fi login popups while he was absorbed in his shows, and his reflexive click of “yes” felt like a jackpot; he fell for it so fast I almost applauded. Watching him accept a bogus prompt before I’d even finished my coffee made me realize how predictably digital habits can betray someone, especially when curiosity and impatience take over.
Clicking Into My Trap
That single click opened doors to new mischiefs and proved how easily a confident freeloading neighbor could be nudged into his own little maze.
A Peek Into Preferences
The proxy also gave me a voyeuristic, non-creepy window into his streaming preferences — the trashy late-night series, the weird documentaries, the eclectic playlists — and I found a perverse delight in nudging those sessions into endless buffering loops or awkward mid-episode freezes. Seeing his viewing habits unfold like a private comedy acted out overhead made the whole thing feel like performance art: a neighbor’s bad taste on public display and a concrete reminder that entitlement has consequences.
A Peek Into Preferences
Spoiling his solitary TV time became a small, satisfying victory in my quiet campaign.
