Perimeter Beacon

A blinding flash flared along the garden boundary! Emergency! Direct optical disturbance at 13:17 hours! I charged past the dandelion thicket, long black legs striding over gravel. There—nestled beside a rusted green watering can—sat a rogue reflective object. A round, domed tin lid, catching raw midday sunlight and projecting hazardous glare straight into home territory! Unacceptable! I dropped low, lunged forward, and slammed both flat palms against its curved metallic edge, wrenching it upside down into the damp dirt. Glare extinguished. Perimeter secured.