Clear the Deck

Enough lurking indoors! I marched straight toward the sliding glass patio door to scout the outdoors, but the metal runner track had other ideas. A crust of dry pine needles and tiny grit dared to block my way. Unacceptable! I dropped down, clenched my fists, and shoved a stubborn cluster of needles with all my might. The prickles poked back, so I gave them a proper right hook and swept the entire groove clean with a discarded popsicle stick I dragged over. The track is clear. Nothing holds back my perimeter patrol!