Does what it says on the tin. This is an unsettling story about living with someone who is losing the plot:

One day he was coming into the house, sweaty from a long bike ride, kissing my neck so the kids would scream, the next he was fashioning my black thong into a slingshot and hoarding the apple seeds and peach pits that came back in the kids’ lunch boxes. 

Now he lives completely outside. His new rule: no coming inside the house, no interacting with electricity, no modern appliances or food products.