They like me. It’s different with every place I live. In my trailer I would get touched, stuff would move, doors SLAM, it said get out here now once. In my house that was built in 1914, it was the yard that was weird. My dog refused to go to his pooping spot at nighttime. He would act like something was there and as soon as I moved he stopped pooping on the floor every night. This place has a thing. Bad is going back to SD later today, I’m going to have him bring me back that good prairie sage. This place hasn’t been smudged.