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Ooof…should've drawn up a lease. Problem is, if they get mail there, or have this address registered with their place of employment, that is “proof of residence”. And “proof of residence” combined with no lease, means that they could possibly simply refuse to move out. And there would be little you could do about it. Your best bet is to talk to them reasonably and let them know you no longer want them living there, giving them 30–60 days to move out and hope that they don't fight it.Your other option, is to draw up a month to month lease, have them sign it, then wait 30 days to refuse to renew. At that point, you would write up an eviction notice, giving them the standard 30 days to move out. Make sure you include the statement “owner (or primary renter) reserves the right to terminate this lease at any time, and in doing so, tenant will have 30 days to vacate the premises.” on the month to month lease. You can Google “standard lease form" or “sample month to month lease".Either way, you won't get rid of them immediately (unless you're lucky and they just leave because their pride is hurt), but the second option protects you from them legally “squatting” in your home. That's correct, they could legally refuse to leave, AND refuse to pay, and in more cases than you think (and states), they'd be well within their rights to do so without a signed lease.Next time, just type something up quickly on your computer BEFORE you allow anyone to move in. Cover your bases. Good luck!

Couple of little not so secrets:Einstein's brain came in smaller than average when they checked it after death.Alex, the African gray parrot the died at 30 that was studied for years by Dr. Irene Pepper berg {you'd know him from the TV specials is that little great bird bird with the little red tail that did colors and shapes and textures and whatnot} – he had a innate concept of zero, and human beings didn't develop this until relatively recently in human evolution. That's right people: a bird with the brain the size of a walnut beat us down as a species mathematically without any outside influences to independently develop concept of zero!Calico macaws, with a sample size of one, otherwise known as my service bird Kumiko, doesn't do math impressively so much is flawless linguistic skills. This isn't quite so impressive that you know she spent the first eight years of her life in a cage she couldn't move her wings fully extended in with their biological brother in a hoarder's house that she had to be rescued from with about 15 or 20 other birds just like her. She didn't have a name. By the time she was rescued, her brother had a broken wing, which by her ninth year she would narrate in detail what happened to him {I'd already gotten the broken wing details from the rescuers combined with the veterinarian that fixed the wing, but the exact details came from her, which I don't know if they had or not – she did}.Anyway, the pronouns are flawless, the grammar is flawless in general {if she feels like bothering}, she has specific voices for specific locations and changes voices for not only specific locations but also situationally to those locations – it's a weird amalgam of social behavior layers I've never even seen in another parrot. She's got passive aggressive to an art form verbally, yet doesn't have a actual aggressive bone in her body – human beings could learn to have less wars this way.Kumiko is a larger bird than a Congo African gray like Alex, or even the other two service animals I've had that were grays – the 21-year-old Valentino was extremely empathic towards human beings, which is a skill Kumiko doesn't have to when it comes to reading depression or tears. Valentino couldn't do anywhere near Kumiko's linguistic ability, although either bird could have a coherent conversation with you. Valentino's would be more interesting, but he would start them and mostly interject when he had a question. Kumiko absolutely must be a constant back-and-forth exchange of conversational thoughts or she gets insulted – also if you go off-topic, and not all the words she uses mean what you think she means {she's invented single meanings for words that have more than one meaning – like how all crackers are matzoh crackers}.Either bird could situationally extrapolate from whatever was going on and adjust to help me – we' re not talking huge brain sizes once again.My favorite one would have to be the octopus however.You do know about the octopus and the goldfish, right?You'd you know you're going to know about the octopus in the goldfish, right?Let me tell you what happened....You got a couple of roommates in a college dorm that both have the fish tanks on a shelf separated by some books nobody ever uses. In one tank is our friend the octopus. In the other tank is very much full of fish goldfish tank.That's how this started....So the goldfish start disappearing every night, one every night, and the roommates start trying to kill each other, fun times!So the person in charge of assigning the rooms at the dorm eventually gets begged by everybody involved to move them – because the constant screaming, death threats, and various accusations of" fish murderer "just weren't working out for anybody actually living in that dorm – including the person assigned to assigning the rooms, which to my understanding was also living under the same roof.So they are moving out full-fledged enemies..... All three of the survivors..... Two grown men and a cephalopod......And they discover this slimy trail behind the books nobody ever read leading from the resident cephalopod's tank directly to the now empty goldfish tank.Sort turns out they were running a McGoldfish franchise out of the dorm that just fed a single customer a.k.a. the octopus ;-)Now that's as far as I know about what happens, the go ahead and submitted to snoops to see if anyone knows what happens next, as the story is nearly a decade and a half old, if not a little bit more.Scientists are just starting to figure out how cephalopod brain structure works out shapes that they make their bodies into, but I can tell you that octopus pets like to play, adore their toys, and unfortunately only live about two years. In the wild, the babies will play with you the larger species, but you really wouldn't want to play with the adults for the obvious reasons. In the lab, the the the given Rubiks cubes to play with. At least one of them likes them. I have a picture as my screensaver on one of my older tablets and it's adorable watching this huge octopus with this dinky little cube trying to solve it {or just really fascinated by the way it turns ;-)Usually the bigger ones play with puzzles designed by scientists that involved the octopi moving through the puzzles.Regardless of which, cephalopods kind of throw the whole brain size and intelligence correlation out the window completely even if the bird thing hadn't already – although if you want, I could pull out the sea monkey man and lobsters.....No, seriously.Does anyone here need me to pull out the sea monkey man in the lobsters story as yet more proof about intelligence not correlating between brain size as we think know it?It's always funny to watch somebody freak out at being waved hello to, even if it is vicariously ;-)