Ever since I saw the "friendly" creature at the bottom of the stairs near my car, I carry my Swiffer Sweeper with me when I leave the house. Purse, briefcase, beachbag, Swiffer Sweeper.
You got that right! I showed him. And he'd better tell all of his little 'friends'...if they see me coming down the stairs with my cheap little assembled overpriced mop, it is in their best interest to get the heck outta my way. I'm fierce with my Swiffer.