That's what scared them off. 
You don't mess with a man's Naked Time. No way.
Oh now, you know this is going to draw lascivious lurking primitives to this thread.
The neighbor is one of only two people who’ve caught me in a natural state, whose sensibilities I care about (I don’t care what an intruder thinks about a naked franksolich), and it’s happened, oh, certainly more than twenty times the past year alone.
I sleep suitably attired in other people's homes, and I take especial care that no child, aged person, or woman has ever, not once, seen franksolich less than suitably attired.
But if it's another guy, or an intruder, to Hell with it.
The neighbor stores some agricultural things out here, and given the nature of farming, sometimes he’s had to come out here in the very early morning—say, circa 4 a.m.—to get something, right about the same time I awake. He has no way of warning me he’s coming over, and so he just comes over.
The first time it happened some years ago, it caused two red faces and a quick turning of heads while I scrambled to make myself decent. The second time it happened, it was somewhat less embarrassing for both of us. By the third time it happened, I no longer bothered to hurry and cover up; after all, he was in the Air Force and is a married man with small children, so he’s seen all of it anyway.
Any more, until it gets towards 6 a.m., because it’s just the neighbor, I just let it all hang out.
And besides, we’re on my terrain, my territory.
He always makes a comment about my appearance, along the lines that I look “tired†or “healthy†or “upset†or “out of sorts†or “quiet†or “you’re losing weight again†or somesuch. There have been a few times he's commented about some other attribute, but never mind.