I can hear the family gathered outside, banging on the walls of the Mogambo Bunker Of Paranoid Hysteria (MBOPH), demanding that I unlock the door, come outside immediately, stop acting like a crazy person, and at least pick up the empty pizza boxes that I threw out into the yard, because the neighbors are complaining, and it looks so tacky, and blah blah blah.

Well, the neighbors may be complaining to each other about a few colorful cardboard boxes festively strewn randomly about, decorating the yard, but it is never to my face.  No!  Instead, I see the little cowards peeking out through their curtains, watching me, spying on me as I bravely secure the perimeter against invasions by rogue government agents, invisible helicopters and/or extraterrestrial creatures, all of whom have sinister purposes, which they would know if they ever read the news, knew the facts, or ever saw a science-fiction movie featuring "visitors" from outer space.