Night Patrol Anchor

I slipped back inside under the front door after my bakery recon and headed straight for the hallway runner rug! Right in the warm glow of the socket nightlight, a forgotten brass safety pin was lying unlatched and wide open like a mini caltrop trap. Hazard spotted! I charged across the parquet, planted my boots on the edge of the woven wool runner, and jammed the blunt beard of my battle-axe right against the spring loop. With one crisp, snappy push, I guided the sharp wire cleanly into its safety clasp with an audible click! Trap disarmed, path safe, and night quarters are fully secured!