Well isn't he pleased as punch.
The Canadian It has been more active. And my parents have been taking hours of my money to replace the windows he broke.
From what I've learned from my parents, my grandparents on my Irish father's side told him tales of the Fear Lámh , who was the original Irish /Construct/ who followed Irish settlers to Canada. Prime aspects of the lore is that he hunted whoever he pleased, and did away with them.
Other than that, nothing is really vital. I have gotten some substance, which I jarred for later confrontations. I'm thinking of using a set of hedge clippers, dipped in the stuff, to fight him.
And now he's looking at me through my fence.
I'll give some more info tonight or tomorrow.