Really. When I come home from work (and Tesco) and want to make a sandwich, I do not want to be attacked by something which I have an irrational and paralysing fear of. I am not a light source. Just because I am standing under the light source and am not as hot as it does not mean you can land on me. Just because I'm making a breeze by my failed attempts to destroy you with a tea-towel does not mean I am where outside is. If you are still, I will kill you where you stand with a broom.
Gah. Now my hair feels like it's full of bugs. *shudders*