Paul Wanio
When I was a kid, Uncle John was cleaning his rifle one day and told me that he had shot at the Shpidk-Shpidk in the alley the night before and thinks he might have wounded it. I listened with wide eyes. Another time he placed two wires from a battery into a jar of water and as they started to bubble, told me that it was hydrogen. With a worried look I mentioned hearing about the hydrogen bomb and could what he was doing explode? "Maybe," was all he said.... Well, I know that he not only didn't kill the Shpick-Shpick, but I think that it must of had children as evidenced by the noises we have always heard coming from behind the refrigerator. Thank you, Uncle John, for helping protect me from the Shpick-Shpick back then and how you can now help protect us all from a much better place where you are. May God bless you, love you and surprise you. - Paul Wanio
