When we moved into this new house, back in the early 80's, we wanted a fence. I hate digging holes so we hired a company to set all the posts and the wife and I planned to finish the job by putting up all the cross pieces and pickets ourselves. While we were going about that, our water meter in the basement experienced some kind of malfunction and needed to be replaced. The city had to come out and inspect that. The inspector noticed that we had an incomplete fence - we had completed everything except hanging one gate. Why he would notice this while inspecting a meter in the basement, is a mystery. He said there is no permit for the fence work - although the fence post setters had told us that they would get all the needed fencing permits when apparently they did not - and the inspector slapped a "stop work" notice on the fence.
So we hung the remaining gate, and then stopped work. We never heard from the city again. But I think they may have cursed the gate. I've already replaced it twice over the last 43 years, and it's sagging again. Another unpermitted replacement may be in the works...
LOL - Yup I can relate. Half our town is a quarter step above ghetto. When I bought my commercial property on the edge of the bad area we had non-stop problems. Vandalism, grafitti, drugs, I lost track how many police calls. Someone threw rocks from our retaining pond through the storefront glass, costing me $1,800 ($2,500 deductible). I had to get out with a laborer and concrete our basin and all the border rocks.
Then I built a wrought iron fence around most of the property, no permit needed if 4' back from the line. Still had problems with dopers going behind my dumpster area in the parking lot. So we built two massive 12 ft long by 6 ft high entrance gates. We hung them on a weekend.
Now, understand, there are at least 1,000 dead cars littering front yards in this craphole, and 20% of the city needs a buldozer. But 10 am Monday morning code enforcement calls - "Ya got a permit for those gates?"
"No, I'm trying to keep
your crackheads out, how much is a permit?"
"Twenty bucks."
So I drew up architectural plans, including site plan with pins at all property lines (not that the fence is anywhere near one), went down to city hall, paid my twenty bucks. Got a permit. The building inspector came out a few days later, never got out of his truck. I gave him the permit, he signed off and said, "Nice work on those gates, what would you charge to make some for my house."
12 years later both sets of gates still work great.
In fact I'm supposed to be painting them today, not fooling around on here with you guys...
My point, is they go after the deep pockets.