Part of me wants to say yes, dancing in a onesy sounds like a fun thing to watch. On my couch spunds like it might not be good for my furniture though. So I'm gonna have to say - Leave it.
Having me bake you a chocolate cake and turning into my 'midnight surprise cake' - then give you some, to eat.
Group of mantids roaming around your home, eating spiders, flies and other weird shit, occasionally sitting in the table near you while you eat, chat, whatever, but never interfering with your shit?