It’s all about the little things. Furniture moved two inches to the left every other morning, back six inches to the right on sundays. Missing clothes, eventually replaced by progressively more ridiculous outfits. Half eaten food in the fridge that they’ve never seen before, complete with receipt listing their debit card. And altered TiVO settings! Let me tell you, you’ve never seen a man have a panic attack until you’ve convinced his TiVO that he’s gay.

After that, we get into the real stuff. Cars with cut brakelines or altered wiring. Cobras in packing peanuts. Garbage cans rigged with high explosives. Automatic lawn sprinklers rigged to spray acid. Fridges set up with a motion-activated guillotine.

And then there’s my personal favorite: tied to a large rocket which, upon reaching a very definitely lethal altitude, launches a firework payload designed to explode into the shape of a smiley face. To cheer people up.

It’s all about the little things.