Some people fear intruders. Some fire, some worry over freezing pipes or furnace woe or leaky roofs.
I know my home ownership nemesis all-too-well, for I have looked into his beady, evil eyes.
He has mask-like markings, and is the size of a station wagon.
TROUBLE, THY NAME IS MEGA-COON!!
Call me Ishmael, because this will be an epic battle- mark my warning. But I must win, or decend into madness trying.
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