Little Monsters

Summary

My brand-new projector screen was being targeted daily by the kid from the apartment upstairs, using a laser pointer.

When I went up to talk to his dad about it, he just shrugged. "He's just a kid playing. How much can that raggedy old cloth of yours be worth?"

The next day, the kid used an infrared pen to burn several holes right through my screen.

I didn't call the police.

Instead, I quietly replaced the expensive screen with a mirror, adjusted the angle precisely, and aimed it right back at their window.

Now, his son can play with laser reflections in his own home. All day, every day.