Glories of Glade

So my mom has these things in basically every room in the house. they're called glade air wicks—you may have seen the commercials...a smiling mom in a house with her (smelly?) husband and a little white space ship looking thing. the narrator tells us that this miracle of air freshening technology only releases its scent (something like "fresh mountain rain after a sunrise by a waterfall"...or some such other romanticized odor name like that) when people walk into the room. this little miracle smell masking capsule even has a timing device that prohibits it from releasing its scent every time a person walks by (bummer...that could have been so much fun) and limits its performance to only once every fifteen or thirty minutes...depending on your personal preference...or proximity to pubescent males.
....but i digress. i have noticed that having these little coned shaped pods in every room (and one right inside my bedroom door) giving an audible click every time i walk by is rather unnerving. don't get me wrong, i love having the air smell clean and fresh and like a mountain stream (who wouldn't...mountain streams are glorious). But every little tick the pod of mountain stream freshness makes as i walk by sounds like a condescending gunshot. i feel its as if the little inanimate air freshener is shaking its non-existent head in consternation and smug aloofness as it releases a puff of sweet smelling masking odor into air to hide my presence. "Please accept my apologies for the odiferous human in the room...he really should bathe more often don't you think? here...allow me to remedy his atrocious presence with my own fabulous concoction created by the geniuses at glade...there...isn't that better? now we can tolerate his presence."
It seems silly really....im self conscious in front of a little six inch tall plastic piece of human engineering made to serve me. is this a sad commentary on my mental state...or my view of myself? i cant walk into a room without feeling assaulted by the resounding click of an air freshener. its seemingly condescending tick echoes in my ears like an echoing roar.
...that...and the fact that it has this obnoxious green light that blinks all night like a creepy eye watching me that keeps me awake.