The FLICKER is back. This time with a double attack, one on the north side of the house and the other on the south. It made significant progress in drilling holes while we were gone. This is war! I am now armed with a soft-pellet BB gun pistol. I don’t want to kill it. I don’t even want to hurt it. I just want to harass it enough to make it leave. I don’t know how it knows, but it does. It used to sit up there mocking me as I tossed pebbles at it from too far away. The moment I got home from K Mart, it changed tactics from long term siege to hit and run raids.
Larsen, I keep yelling at it, Larsen. Larsen’s house is freshly painted, a tasty newly decorated Flicker treat. Go next door and eat their house. They’re gone most the time anyway and probably wont notice. No, it just sits in Larsen’s tree making noises at me, waiting for me to go back inside.
Lord, when I pray each morning to save us from the time of trial, I am talking about that damn flicker. I’ll bet that when Paul complained about the thorn that kept him humble there was a flicker involved. When Luther unleashed the ink pot at the wall, there was a flicker involved. When the rebels fired on Ft. Sumpter they were aiming at a flicker. The crash of the housing market is due to flicker damage. OK, enough of this. I need to go do a little target practice.