Hand Slapped!

Today I got my hand slapped a bit by the lesbian who manages our building (not that being a lesbian is problematic, it just adds a bit more comedic detail to the story). I bought mulch to place around flowers I planted in our front walkway. In addition, I also sprinkled slug killer to keep the snails from eating my hard work. Turns out the blue pellets are poisonous to dogs so she wanted me to ask her next time before doing any work. This, combined with the fact that I rearranged her efforts last week as she planted bushes and solar lights in designs that made no sense, probably makes her frustrated. I don't think she's mad - she actually appreciates my efforts. It's just managing the building, and yard work, is her job and not mine. So, understandably, I should ask. I just don't like to.