We have lived in this house for 4 months now. Out of that 4 months, the handy man has been here about 4 weeks total. (we rent by the way, so he is sent over by the management company) He has been here painting the house, all by himself at a snails pace for 2 1/2 of those 4 weeks. Every day he asks to come in and use my bathroom (which i really don't mind too much)...but some days I don't feel good and want to take a nap...but thats hard to do with him needing to come inside 2-3 times. Then he has to strike up a 30 minute conversation..the last one was about religion and he went to his truck to bring me pamphlets about his church. Thats all fine and good...but in an attempt to ward him off, I told him I am baptist and we just aren't going to agree on lots of stuff. Well then he began asking me "like what?" and I gave him a few examples to which he said he wanted me to SHOW him where in the bible it says that. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Ok, fast forward to todays events: He and the property manager were both here when i got home from the grocery store today. They were blocking my whole drive way, so I had to park on the street and lug my groceries across the lawn, up the steps and into the house. Then I fell in the yard, so I was MAD enough to go ask them to move their cars which they did. Then when I was walking through the house, I see this package in my den. Its a big package, I walk over to it and realize its the electric blankets my mother in law ordered for the kids. Then I do a double take and come back to stare at the package, wondering how the heck it got in my house. I call husband and nope he didn't recieve the package. I ask the kids, nope (they would have tore into it immediately)...so I call Fed Ex..and guess what? Someone signed for it when I was gone this morning. The only person here was the handy man. That tells me HE came into my house some how when I wasn't home. K, I am starting to get freaked out. Just then it hits me...I AM ABOUT TO PEE MY PANTS...so I run to the bathroom off of the kitchen. Just as I am relieving my self, I hear the handy man calling my name. (he is in the house NOW)...I tell him hold on a minute! He is getting closer, he is saying something and I say again, PLEASE wait!! and I hear him in the kitchen, like 4 feet from where I am peeing with the door open. So I slam the bathroom door and lock it. Finish peeing and come out and hes standing in my kitchen. I said, can I help you? He said yeah, can I was my paint brushes off in your sink? (there are 2 water faucets outside, so wha?)....I tell him that i don't know about him washing outside paint down my kitchen sink! he says, oh it won't hurt it. then he strikes up another conversation. I am getting really . I put up my groceries and try to ignore him. I told husband all of this and he is LIVID. I called the property management lady and told her all of this, to which she said, "he is a really good christian man, this doesn't sound like him"...then she sighed and said she would talk to him about it tomorrow. I am such a chicken, I can't confront someone face to face like that especially now that I feel creeped out that he was in my house when I wasn't here! The only thing she said she would say to him is "don't go into her house unless you are invited". she defended him with the paint thing saying it is washable (OUTSIDE house paint is washable??), and then she asked me if I left my doors unlocked today when I left. What freaking difference does that make? IF you go into someones house when they are not there, that is trespassing. I am so shaken up by this.