I awoke today to find that my belly-button had a tiny little green door in it. I don't know how it got there or when. It seems like I'd have noticed when they installed the hinges. At any rate, I woke up and Carly was knocking on it, trying to send my little belly-hobbits on some sort of adventure. They were having none of it. They gave her a sound "Good day!" and slammed the door shut.
A quick shower and a stiff gin later and all was well.
It is hard to crush a tiny hobbit in your fist, but it's doable with enough gin.