Snowbank by my front door

I did some on-line shopping for Christmas presents and the ads are still following me around the Internet. When I'm reading a news article or checking up on some data, there is a picture of the same stuff I browsed for months ago. I find it rather creepy. Then I felt my thigh get damp. I looked down. Indy was resting her muzzle on my leg, watching my every move. Even Orion, basking in the sunlight, had one eye open to keep track of what I was up to. W/o cameras, drones, and bugs - I'm under surveillance 24/7.