Life as a tiny in giants home, on your own, is just maddening.
Unlike the giant it’s not easy to traverse the house. One simple journey to do/go anything/anywhere becomes you ‘Frodo travels to Mordor’. You have climb up a purely vertical mountain (a countertop) then trek across something that may be todays shopping that someone, not saying who, forgot to put away. It takes so long to get where you need to be that you’ve likely forgot what on earth you were doing. So, you leave — back down the mountain — to do something else and then you remember what you were trying to do. Rinse and repeat leaving having done 1 USELESS thing in the span of like 6 hours. You’d get incredibly fit though, as all you’ve done is climbing up and down a countertop for hours.
If I were that tiny; NAH, I’m waiting for you to get home cuz I am not climbing up mount doom just for a wee snack!