The paltrygeist is definitely back. My mother put a pair of butcher-style hanging blinds (very thin strips, a bit like hanging beads but in plastic) between the kitchen and utility room a few years ago.
They tried to strangle me the other day.*
Although honestly, that's not the weirdest stuff that happens in the house. You just disentangle yourself, throw them back at the doorway and insult it roundly and you can usually go a couple of weeks before you walk through them and suddenly it's round your neck again.
The most irritating thing was on Saturday morning, where literally everything I needed vanished from my office. Two(!) compression vests, some stuff that reluctantly turned up once I fetched my older black vest from upstairs (and that took two attempts to find) and a sketchbook that had been on my desk but has now vanished into thin air. That, admittedly, is no great loss and it's probably for the best I didn't find it. I'd like it back now though, thanks.
I know it'll get bored soon enough (it's not reached peak activity, which is shoving alcohol jiggers around the work surface in the kitchen), it's just... irritating.
It's probably trying to demand I tidy in here.
* I'm not exaggerating about that. The strips really do wrap all around your throat, usually in two different directions, which shouldn't happen when all you've done is walk through them. But it is what it is. Nothing a little abusive profanity doesn't fix for a while.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.