Sticker Encounter

My boots click against the patio bricks as I march toward the back fence. Something bright catches my screen! Down near the bottom slat, someone slapped a weathered pixel-art skull sticker onto the rough wood. It is peeling at the corner. I crouch down, lean in close, and tap the glossy vinyl with a fist. Perfect texture! I carefully press the curled corner flat against the splintery grain. Now it looks fully operational again.