Look around the garden for potential weapons and ways to burn down the evil house.
Well, theres thorn bushes, and statues of people, all holding a rock in their hands, in various states of utter agony. Theres also a few lounge chairs, and a table. A ripple-less pond is near the front of the house. You guess the bushes are a bit too moist to set fire on.
But lo and behold! A bit further to the back there is a small cantilever roof next to the house, with a big collection of utterly dry firewood! Setting it on fire would require kindle, paper or gasoline, and a lighter or matches, though.
I use the bamboo stick to test the door leading to the front of the house for anything in it and try to open it with the stick. If the doesn't work and nothing looks suspicious about the door, I use the the palm of my hand to open the door. I want to look around for anything moving/living in the current room for precaution. I also don't enter the room where the door leads if anything is moving in there. Lastly, I put the pesticide gently down on the shelves and gently put a pot or pan large enough over it to make sure it doesn't explode and do anything to me.
The door acts inconspicuous. You eye it warily, suspecting danger, but it's unmoveable in its innocence. Finally, you open it, and see a kitchen. Theres a large counter, a big oven, dirty dishes that haven't been washed in 50 years, and a small table with two chairs. The kitchen utensils and apparatus all seem a bit old-fashioned, there's hardly any electric machines, except for a toaster and a dishwasher.
You put the pesticide away, and cover it. It doesn't seem to want to escape and stays like a good boy.
YAY HOLIDAY!
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