I heard the house creak wrong!
- (U.S. Marine Corps fighting knife first issued at the onset of World War II. Still in production. I have several. the newest version sleeps near me and does not dream. It, however, clears paths in brambles and thorny vines, dispatches small pine trees at a single whack, scrapes sandspurs or baby cactii off my snakeboots with charming alacrity and never seems to get uninvited during workday restaurant visits…and it does untoward my sister-in-law some…until I rescued for her some extremely long-spined cactii those snakeboots caught up in Jacksonville the other day. We both have some and I am trying to start some up in a combo potting-soil and sand mixture. One of the spines almost made it all the way through the stiched leather laceings-point of the boots. None troubled the anti-snake portions, however. Might be just the thing for pesky buzzer-fingers on Saturday mornings.)