“Nothing quite compares to heading to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stepping in a pile of cat puke with half a lizard in the middle of it.”
Waking up to a dead mice head (with a side of entrails) on your pillow might compare. About three times every spring.
I used to joke to my wife that the cat might be giving us a “Godfather warning”.
She never laughed.
Yea, what’s up with that?
Women just have no sense of humor.