I really don’t know how to say this nicely but, you are not welcome at my home. You weren’t invited. Your surprise visits are not appreciated. I don’t want you here.
When I see you walking up my bathroom wall, or meandering across my sink or floor, I question why you have come. Is it that one crumb that my son left behind? To be honest, I have lots of crumbs on my floor that you have yet to find. And I understand it’s hot outside, but isn’t that why you are supposed to find rest in a large clump of dirt underground? As far as you possibly searching for water, in case you haven’t heard, my state is in a drought, and we are trying to conserve that commodity, so my apologies.
You seem to “hang out” in the most random places, and I can’t seem to figure out where you have made your front door. Your entrances and exits are never consistent and I just don’t know where to greet you. I want to be a good hostess, so if you could let me know where I could welcome you best, it’d be very helpful for me. Or, you could just find somewhere that would be a little more accommodating, and we’d all be happier.
Good luck and good riddance.
Sincerely,
Courtney