In the dead of night he creeps unknown into the dark recesses of my home and quietly strips me of all I have.
Would I were different, I'd take him on, rip him apart and send him packing. But I have so little energy left and what little I have, he has taken away.
I am a battery, he is the Joule Thief.
Did I mention that I'm a talking battery?
Did I mention that I've not been sleeping well and it's all coming apart at the seems?
No? Not to worry, it should be pretty obvious.