Boomer!!!! If I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open and sell the chainsaw! Perhaps Mr Boomer wants Paula Deen in, but will be moving you out in pieces!!! EEEKS! (OK, I've been watching way to many scary movies!)
Why don't you name it??? When there's something I have to live with or around that gets to me, I name it so I feel more compassion for it. In Illinois we had to live with a giant mountain of dirt outside out front window for about a year. (Still building around us.) So I named it Arthur. And everyday, I would wake up and say "Good Morning Arthur. How are you?" Much better than saying, "when are they going to move that damned mountain!"
Well, one day... sniff... Arthur was gone. Sigh. And I actually felt sad... for about 15 minutes.
Just a thought...
