What do you think of the man who eats a banana in a front a shop gaily throws the skin on the road? He is a pest indeed but perhaps not quite a match for the man or woman who slips into your garden very early in the morning before you are awake. All the roses that you have tried so hard to produce are picked and put away in the basket in the trice. When you step into the garden to feast your eyes on your roses, they are just not there! The worst pest, however, is the man who lives next door and celebrate the marriage of his daughters once very two months till all the six girls are married off. This monsters hires loudspeakers which shriek away from very early in the morning till late at night. At that volume music simply cases to be music and becomes a shrill stream that shatters your ear-drums and tears your nerves apart. Nobody who has been forced to endure this for a day will ever want another wedding to take place in the locality again.