Might be, but she sure sent that gal off with a load of rock salt in her sittin' down place. And grandpa wasn't real happy for quite a while neither, sleepin' out in the garage and all like he did. They finally kissed and made up, jist in time for grandpa to have a stroke and die. Leastwise, the doc said it was a stroke, even though grandma went around for a couple weeks with a knowing smile and I noticed that the can of sodium fluoride they kept around to kill roaches with was pretty empty even though it was brand new 'cause I was with grandma when she bought it.