He: Mildred Gunther* called; she's got a critter in her backyard she wants me to come get (explanatory note: our elderly neighbors frequently call on the spousal unit for this service since he has a state trapping license).
Me: What kind of critter?
He: She doesn't know, it's curled up in a ball.
Thirty-five minutes later, the phone rings.
He: Meet me at the gate with a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, wouldja?