Apart from being a “Blazing Angel” attacking the enemies in the WWII, my husband was also doing great as a guitar player. It is not the judgement of my own wishful thinking. Actually after having a good-night sleep (Our roofmates didn’t make any noise last night) , this morning he was happy to have played that brutal role as a guitarist. Here is a quick glimpse about his success in this battle.

His Mission:
Is to produce a shocking and scary effect on the roof through the shakes and big sounds to form a nagative reinforce in our roofmate’s mind or poor heart.

His Weapon:
a steel-made faked guitar which was given by one of my friends Emma last year. The main purpose of this guitar is a decorative CD cases organizer which can hold at least 60 CDs, but due to its material’s heavy character, Emma gave it away to me to stop the potential hazard that might be brought along during her baby boy playing with it.

His Battle Strategies:
He used one end of his weapon punching the roof whenever we hear the noise from our unfriendly roofmates. He usually started from the corner of the roof, then spreaded to other places that might be the escaping pathways the roofmates would being adopting.

His Psychological Status:
Any battle without the emotional tension involved, such as hatred, anger or feeling like being fed up with, would not gain its success. He was very angry because he couldn’t get even one minute peaceful sleep in the last last night. He ended up putting earplugs to get to sleep. Even for me, a dead-pig-ish night sleeper found the noise too annoying to be put up with.

The Result of His Battle:
This morning he smiled and asked me “didn’t I play guitar very well? ” “Yes, you did. We had a quiet night” I said. He suggested me do the same thing once I hear anything during the day time when he is not in.

Anyway, the brutal guitarist never lost his sense of humor. He assumed that our roofmates maybe slept over in his girlfriend’s place last night, or another possibility, he feared to be present himself at the Census Night.