Slinky sliding, floor warm sticky. Straight to my goal, aimed Sounds of rocks on gravel almost deafening. Room is dark, shadowy like Scooby Doo, when crew enters a place they have no business. Fan on High, ’cause it’s way too hot. Crawl sliding, middle of bedroom behind fan; I stop. Noise really is loud. Prepare weapons. Study victims. Migdalia, her side, snoring like she’s fighting to breathe, but losing. Next bed, Mary, mouth open like she’s yelling at ‘Dalia. Toss my weapons into air. About a thousand tiny pieces of paper land on them from overhead. Watch them wake screaming, swatting. They think insects. I smile. Every time they break something in my room, I feel like swatting them. Big sister revenge takes planning, maybe losing a night’s sleep; totally worth it. We are way better at appropriate punishment than parents.