He's afraid I'll leave all my kids on his doorstep in the dead of night.
He peeped through the viewport in the rather solid door and was very distressed by what he saw.
On his front step, the entire clan was arrayed as if for battle, one stood forth and held a hand out in the universal sign of parley.
“I haven’t had my coffee yet!” he protested at the surface of his rather underwhelmed door.
Heh. Like that hasn't happened before.
Bob, your thoughts are thoughts of wisdom (in preceding and forward posts).
Tax-chick, may I direct Dlvis to your location? Three states over would be sufficient, methink. On second thought, no info is requested, Silentgypsy has that refrigerator.
If is possible, perhaps, can arrange to entice Dlvis into the refrigerator somewhere on a barge, then take Dlvis to the furthermost depths of the ocean and dump him. All that is needed is bait. Let me see, a TV in the refrigerator, that may work.