Whenever I have to change my clothes in the middle of the day, I envision my upstairs neighbor (the male one) coming around that end of the house and, feeling pranky, jumping up to scare the daylights out of me.
I can picture his face as he does this: All happy and funny and then all horrified and staggering.
He would either a) die himself dead or b) poke himself in both eyes with the nearest branch, screaming "gah! my retinas!"
I've taken to changing in the bathroom.