turn around and see the plant still shaking, standing a little more to the right. That's it! I've had enough! I'm not scared, I'm furious! How dare he? A pen! A pen! And I write:

"You dirty sneak! You don't belong here! Get out of my house or else..."

There. That's a relief. Let him move this. That'll teach him. Now I just need to find one of those dark corners I never look, but where he'll certainly find it. On the cupboard. Or behind it. All the way at the back. Is that possible? Wait, there's something there. A dusty piece of paper.