This is my house.



This is how I normally enter my house.



Boring, isn't it? I have to climb a bunch of stairs, get the mail, unlock the door... Boring. And then once I get inside there's all those people who live in this house with me, who pester me with questions like "how was your day?" and "what are you doing tonight?" and "why are you covered in blood and is that a human foot you're holding?" Boring and annoying. So I thought to myself, wouldn't it be great if I could just enter my room directly from the outside, without having to proceed through all this "door" nonsense? Then I discovered that my friend Becky received a portable fire escape ladder from her dad for Christmas (true story).



It's basically a rope ladder with a hook contraption at the top to affix onto your windowsill. Sounds perfectly safe and sane. Let's do it!



Looks kinda scary, but besides the obvious risk of death, why not?



Behold! I enter the second story window via rope ladder.



Here you can see one of my housemates as I climb past her window, admiring my glorious ascent to the heavens.



When I reached the top, my pants got caught on the windowsill and I had to wiggle my way in.



Success!



The ladder was rather wobbly, and the hobo rummaging through the trash next door paused to stare at me as if *I* was the crazy one, but otherwise it was an easy and enjoyable climb and I would highly recommend this method of home-entry as a substitute for doors.

DOORS ARE BORES.