Just now.

Josh, from the bedroom: *shrieks*

Me, from the living room: What? What? Are you all right?

Josh walks into the living room holding an ENORMOUSLY ROTUND MOUSE by the tail.

Me: Please tell me it wasn't under the covers.

Josh: No, it was just on top of them.

Me: No guts?

Josh: Not many.

Me: Oh, that's okay, then.

Josh: Man, our Okay Bar has gotten REALLY, REALLY LOW.