It's there all alone, unloved, unwanted. Not even a termite to tickle its tummy. Just think of the doors it could hold open while the cats come and go. Perhaps even a friend could visit, and be all welcomed by a door already open. There's also that window that won't stay open in the evening. You could prop it open, wide open, with it standing end-to-end on the sill, and you'd probably sleep better in the fresher, cooler air, mosquitoes held at bay by the screen you replaced last month.