Craig's mom was up from Texas to see the new house. She'd heard about the pagan guy that lived with her son, but you could tell that, being a good Episcopalian woman, she was working hard to reserve judgment.
One afternoon, while I was off at work, the doorbell rings. Naturally, she says: "I'll get it."
She opens the door. The man standing there is holding the dripping, severed head of a deer.
"Hi," he says, "Is Steve at home?"