After careful consideration, you've decided to move in with the neighbors. Not that you've asked them, but given that you're planning to live in their house at 1/8th of an inch tall, you doubt they'll notice you.
The Andersons are a pretty nice family, and you have to admit, the family itself will provide nice scenery -- Dan and Rachel are both 39, and both could pass for younger; their oldest daughter, Taylor, is a high school senior who just turned 18 a few weeks ago, and you're glad of that, because you finally don't have to feel awful about checking her out. The younger kids aren't too young, either -- Abby is 15, and the youngest brother, Ethan, is 12. This is good, because you're going to spend a lot of time on the floor; you didn't want to be found by a toddler.
The best thing about the Andersons, though, is that Abby is highly allergic to pet fur, which means no dogs, no cats, not even a hamster.
You grab your backpack, with a sleeping bag, a knife, a few days' worth of food and water, and a couple changes of clothes, and head out your door, to the house right beside you.
It's noon, and that's not accidental; the kids are all at school, and Rachel and Dan are at work. Checking both ways to see if anyone's looking, you walk up to the garage door and punch in their security code. (Took a few days of observation to figure it out, but it's worth it.) You let yourself in, and close the garage door right away, before entering the house.
It's a pretty standard three-level house; you haven't been in it before, but you have a friend who lives in one with the same plan. You enter through the mud room into the kitchen, and begin to scout quickly.
You have some time, but still, you don't want to stay big for too long. What if someone comes home early? No, you've given this some thought, and you head straight for the place you plan to shrink....