There's Somebody Living in My Backyard

There's somebody living in my backyard, actually 2 somebodies, and it isn't really my backyard, it's my neighbor Lisa's. But it feels like my backyard cuz I can see them when I look out the kitchen window. Lisa's grandchildren, a man and woman, are sleeping in a camper in her backyard, have for months. Does this mean that the economy really, really, really sucks?
It's just that I don't want living people looking in my bathroom window. I loved the country for that reason--nearest neighbor 1/4 mile away. Normally it doesn't bother me that I can see 6 backyards now that I am in the city, but this is creepy. However, when the holocaust comes, not only will people be sleeping in my backyard, but probably all my friends who are single, renting out rooms from somebody will be in my house--and you know how I hate living with somebody. So now I'm mad that I didn't pay off the mortgage when I had a chance, cuz we all should own our own homes with a garden when everything collapses.
So I'll just concentrate on the problems I CAN solve, like leading people to Christ and getting my bathroom sink unclogged. Oh, well.