The Exterminator

I went to confession tonight. I love going once a week. A lot of people think I am nuts. I look forward to it. It brings peace. Sacraments are invaluable. Here is one for free. A pot of gold. The luck of the Irish finding a fourleaf clover. It does not make me holier than the next person but it does not make me unholier than the next person either. It protects me as me. Thick walls with a moat around it. The crocodiles stub their noses against the wall but cannot enter. Plenty of stuff that can still fly in so once a week we go to the Exterminator.