Setting: Breakfast table, earlier this morning, conversing about possible basement upgrades.
Me: So, that would be, what, two hours of an electrician's time?
Fletch: Hey, quick! Quick! Come over here! Look! Right there, corner of the yard on the other side of the fence - coyote!
Fletch: (He points.) Look, small gray furry thing - coyote right over there.
Me: I see it!
Fletch: There's a rabbit warren in that corner, so I'm not surprised he's come so close to the house.
Me: He can't get in the fence though, can he?
Fletch: No, it's too high.
Me: Well, I don't want him hanging around here. (I crack the sliding glass door.) Hey! Coyote! Get out of here! No coyotes allowed!
Fletch: I think barking would be a more effective deterrent than yelling.
Me: Got it. (I crack the door again.) Hey, coyote! Woof! Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!
Fletch: I meant the dogs barking.
Me: In retrospect, that does make more sense.