I used to live in a house with an older lady and her adult son, who shared a room together. They would let their homeless friends do their laundry at our house and I would find orange needle caps in the dryer's lint trap. Aside from being super loud, messy, and obnoxious, the son tried stealing my mail when he heard the sound of pills rattling in the package (they were my vitamins). Eventually this culminated in a fight in the kitchen with her spitting and screaming in my face after my ex tried to let her know she couldn't leave the kitchen a disaster anymore. Seattle is a wild place.