Imagine you are thinking you are going to do a kind deed for a family member you last saw a long time ago who has now entered hard times by opening up your home...
...And THAT THING slithers in. In two days your kitchen is a disaster area filled with boiling fondue cauldrons and the sink is filled with unwashed dishes just left there. In four days your guest bedroom is trashed and turned into some kind of...nest. By the fifth day your toilet is destroyed and no amount of scrubbing can make the porcelain visible again. You are kept awake every night by the loud sounds of lesbian porn (made for males) echoing through your property and pinched nasally ranting at people on twitter who cannot hear it. But you can hear it, of course.
I feel so bad for whoever that is. When they finally get fed up they should open an account here and tell us all about it.