The funniest thing my wife has ever said was when I was trying to remove a possum living in our roof. I had to trap it inside the roof in the afternoon, remove and relocate it at night, then block the gap it was using to get inside so i didnt just seal the little faggot inside and starve it to death. She seemed a bit distressed by the plan, and when i explained what i was doing and why I was doing it that way - trapping, removing, then locking it out - she asked 100% seriously: "but what about his things?"

"But what about the possum's things?"