My husband laughs when I pick up the tweezers and give a sigh of contentment. Yes, I’m unique that way. I love to tweeze my eyebrows! Why?

I see tiny black hairs here and there, some lying flat, others standing straight up, others just peeking out of pores. And Star Wars music please or trumpets and fanfare, if you prefer…. The silver streamlined tweezer hovers and grasps the hair and with a mighty pull, ta da! It is out! The silver bird continues its flight over the field of mean black shoots; it slowly descends, captures its prey! The field peppered with aliens cannot resist the onslaught of the plunging silver craft! The rebellion has been wiped out.

And now the patch, rough to the touch, has slowly found its original smoothness. No more unsightly, untidy black hairs going this way and that. See? It’s a war and the battle is waged and I am always sure to win! So whenever I feel like I’m stuck, writing for example, when nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind, I grab my magnifying mirror and attack those stubborn black hairs! Well, some of them are white now and when I get them, by mistake, because I can’t really see them, I’m pleasantly surprised and doubly pleased! It’s like I’ve caught a spy! Ha! It thought it could hide itself and be spared but nothing escapes the swooping SWAT silver weapon!

And now a last, slow, stealthy hover over the clean field. Aha! A thin light-colored rebel. The weapon dives down, grasps and pulls. It comes up empty! Dive again! Empty again! A relentless attack now from different angles and finally, victory!

The silver bird flies back to base. Mission accomplished.