DUmmies will never lift a finger.
They know that if they give him a room to crash in, he'll NEVER go away!
Some here may recall a few years ago when poor addled DUmmy grasswipe Judy Smith was being turned out onto the streets by an exasperated relative.
Her eccentricities, along with her vast inventory of salvaged treasures, apparently became too much to bear.
So, rather than see her soaked in the unending Oregon rain, a friend offered her temporary, emergency shelter in the bonus room over his garage on a spacious quarter-acre "farmette".
A year later she was still there.
Two years later she was still there.
Sometime during the third year of her emergency shelter, she happened upon an abandoned bodega which had apparently had its locks breached by a previous vagrant.
She set up camp there and her former friend finally regained use of his bonus room after Judy's three-year "crash".