I got into something from the fridge I shouldn't have one time.  Wound up running a fever and having fever dreams.  I woke up, my wife was in bed beside me.  I told her very calmly, 'Honey, I am going to ask you an odd question.  Please do not mess with me, and just give me an honest answer.'  She said, 'Ok.'
I said, "Are the Latino gangs of our city coming to kill us because I screwed up the count on the scrap metal?"
"No."
"Oh.  Good."
If she'd said yes, I was barricading the door and arming myself.
Wiley.