I had been really concerned for my uncle and as much of a greenhorn and old schooler that he was. I had to gang up on him with my aunt to go to the doctors. For some reason i had the touch. The touch to get him some help at the doctors. At this point the signs that he had been showing. Was only the signs of securing his wife for life after his death. He was afraid of his own son and what his son might do to my aunt. At this point in time. I was renevating my home. I was getting it ready to sell and move out like every other neighbor was. The continious talk about the neighborhood was driving my wife and kids crazy. Thats all we had been living. Knowing my differently abled cousin for since he was born. Theres no way i trusted him to begin with. But adding Meth to the picture was down right scarey. And at this point in time of renevations. I was noticing the night time activity even more. I could hear people on my property in the dark breaking twigs and the wrustle of weeds. I had to protect my family. I decided to stay awake as they slept and switch shifts and sleeping patterns. To ensure there safety. The more i looked the more i noticed. My next door neighbor had been using my property as some sort of lookout. I tried to steer my differently abled cousin away from these doings. But apparently he was running back to the meth labbers with what i was telling him. Thats when things started to escalate. At this point i was thinking of tree cams. Nightvision and any other device to aid myself in the war for my family and property. I had an old blaze orange road cone. Like the ones you see for construction. I quickly peeled off the reflective material sticker and cut it up into small pieces. I nailed all these tiny pieces strategically to the trees in my woods. When the correct angle was used it would reflect my night lights with security motion sensors. It looked like some futuristic game of laser tag. That tactic worked like a charm. Although just to play games with me. They would trigger my lights on purpose.
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