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SECOND THOUGHTS by Bob Markey
For years insufferable Mini winged creatures invaded my home in the summer.
No doubt attracted by bread crubs and food left too long in the sink.
Okay, okay! My fault! But don't think I haven't planned retaliation.
Hardware Sales was the place to look for weaponry... an old style narrow aisled store staffed by a lot of folks who know where to find stuff.
Flypaper wouldn't do. Two spools hung all last season and didn't put one blackfly down.
No, this campaign requires first rate equipment and a personal commitment to rid my house of this menace.
I was directed to the flyswatter rack. A few practice swings convinced me that the R-38 from Enoz would do the job.
Then yesterday, while preparing beakfast, one buzze3d me from nine o'clock high, but escaped before I could locate my weapon.
Moments later he reappeared, reconnoitered overhead then settled on the hanging lamp.
SWACK! A backhanded smash set the lamp asway as the enemy dropped like a stone.
Vengeance was mine!
A first kill is a thrill not soon forgotten, right? I mean, they started it, so I'm entitled... okay? Besides, I'm a lot bigger, know wht I mean?
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