Yesterday, while I was out in the woods, somebody parked by the woodpile. I could see their tracks in the snow. He got out and walked to the door. Then he proceeded to walk around the house, stepped all over my crocuses, and looked in every window. I'm pretty sure it was the same old turd that walks right in the house when he comes to buy firewood. He is the reason that I have been making sure the door is locked. If he is brave enough to walk in the house uninvited with the dogs here, then who knows what else he would do. Now looking in windows. He pretends that he doesn't understand English, but I can't imagine looking in windows is acceptable on whatever planet he is from.