apartment therapy changing the world, one room at a time

We live on the second floor with our entry doorway at the bottom of a staircase. UPS, FedEX or the postal deliver come by daily (alongside the occasional friend), but every once in awhile we get duped into answering the door to some solicitor trying to sell us some magazine subscriptions at some ludicrous rate or a tandem tag team hoping to convert us to whatever faith they're peddling. It's those times we wished we had one of these digital door viewers, so we could peek who is downstairs without getting up from our office desk (and reveal ourselves)...