I looked out on our deck this morning and there were five squirrels underneath the roof of our covered deck. My wife was tripping and started talking about getting a pest control service out there.
I jokingly said a pellet gun would take care of it, and she jumped at the idea. I was like "WTF honey, I'm not killing a squirrel for finding a safe place to stay. Give me a chance to look at it and I'll figure out a way to block them from getting in."
I think my wife may be a serial killer.
Definitely a serial killer. And now that you've shot down her approval, you'd better make sure you sleep with one eye open.