DEAR ABBY: From time to time I have read letters in your column about Peeping Toms. You might find our experience interesting. Many years ago, my husband Klaus and I rented a small bungalow in L.A. Not long after we moved in, the woman next door began looking into our bedroom window, pressing her nose against the glass.
My husband placed a large mirror in the window frame. Sure enough, the weekend came and she peered into our window. Seeing her face reflected back, she dashed into her house and never looked again.