**** hath no fury like a woman scorned...
She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates, and
suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her
things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their
beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background
music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of
chardonnay.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and
stuffed half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of all
of the curtain rods.

She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then, slowly, the house began to smell.

They tried everything: cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents,

carpets were steam cleaned, and air fresheners were hung everywhere! Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing
worked.
People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the
house. The maid quit. Finally, they could not take the stench any longer
and decided to move. A month later, even though they had cut their price
in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got
out, and, eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their
calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to
purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her
the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she
missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce
settlement in exchange for getting the house back. Knowing his ex-wife
had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about
1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the
papers that very day. She agreed, and, within the hour, his lawyers
delivered the paperwork.
A week later, the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...
...including the curtain rods.
Isn't vengence sweet?
