When your upstairs neighbor looks in on your cat while you are out of town, do you necessarily need to explain what this is doing in your kitchen windowsill?
Maybe it really seems no stranger than the full-sized skeleton wearing a fez in the living room window. Or the 6-foot tall painting of a rooster in the foyer.
I think we've safely landed in "eccentric" rather than "sociopath."
Yeah, I probably don't need to explain this.
I will explain it to you, though. Soon. It's exciting.