I'm in the kitchen, trying to fix my lunch. Jim is hopping around after a moth with his bug racket zapper thing. Driving me crazy. But he's so intent on getting this moth. He gets the step stool, he stands at the ready, he watches and listens, like Zatoichi, the blind samurai:
Me: "Christ darling, calm down. You're like Batman over here
."Jim: "I'm not Batman, I'm Mothman!"Cracked me up.