As a public service, let me explain: The one called couch. He is a redhead (strawberry blonde).
I've gathered that and have included my garlic laced necklace as a daily practice, although my supervisor and co-workers wear clothespins on their noses; and Mom - who has met the couch - has also taken elaborate precautions that include yard planted with garlic - and purchasing furniture that is inflammable.
Oh and my brothers and their families all have disposable Haz-Mat suits - and they'll be bringing them with them when they finally meet up with this funky guy.
I think we're prepared for another Couch landing. (hmm - perhaps I should meet him in a place that has overhead sprinklers ...)