The neighbor ambled over to get a closer view:
"Ah.. do you realize that a very intimate body waste happens to be soiling your garden?"
"What?! That's not body waste! That is the ultimate in the gardening of the future!"
The neighbor turned to him and shrugged his shoulders.
"It looks like pubic hair to me."
"It is pubic hair."
"Well my friend - that is a body waste and should be disposed of in an infectious bin. I would recommend you get rid of it before the cops come around. You could also be booked for indecent exposure!"
As he fumed and popped a gastric ulcer, the neighbor turned around and walked back inside. It was realized then that the garden was there purely for his pleasure and wasn't there to prove or produce anything for anyone else. Especially not that horrible cretin next door.