Tactical Periscope

Mmh. A striped cardboard paper straw lay across a stack of hardback novels. Prime surveillance conduit. Grunting softly, I propped the hollow tube through the wire handle of an empty glass spice jar, angling the aperture directly toward the rug below. Hmph. I rolled an abandoned green marble beneath the bottom rim to lock the elevation. Peering one eye down the narrow paper cylinder, the perimeter beneath the sofa snapped into crisp, classified focus. Unshakable hero reconnaissance.