Our neighbors point a pair of them at the front of their house every year. The house looks infected, not decorated, so we’ve taken to calling it LaserPox.
As a plus, we’re six miles south of MSP airport, and these lasers shine east in the direction of the final approach path to runway 35. Not all the pox marks hit the house; many leak to either side. I have no idea why the FAA hasn’t stopped by to have her unplug the things.
Now if you’ll forgive me, I have to go. There are kids on my lawn, and I have to tend to my humbug collection.
