The containment team finally caught up with Emily, although it took them three horse tranquilizer darts to bring her down. "Don't be a stranger!" I shouted as they nailed the lid on the shipping container, but by all accounts she had a pleasant flight back and she's now my parents' responsibility again.
It's been a fun two weeks of feasting, museums, crafting, and more than a few thrift store visits. Pete, who is basically a clone of his aunt, is very sad to see her go as he's lost his TV-watching partner, and I've lost my excuse to drink Baileys at breakfast time. Don't be a stranger, Emily!
It's a metaphor.
Spot the difference.