My first thought was a “feeling down” joke that might have been inappropriate. I like this one better. And since Flatfoot’s girlfriend is a chicken, that kind of ruined the first joke, anyway.
In a case of life imitating art, we have had a terrible ant infestation at our house lately. So we called the exterminators. Like last time, the ants got worse for a couple days before going away. Makes me wish it was an aunt infestation.
