Susan stared at him, dumbfounded. She threw her hands up indignation. "Oh, so I'm supposed to take a match to every black mound I see? And, for your information I am no simple housewife, I-", she straightened and posed, "am a Poet." Susan paused and watched him for a few seconds. "What's your deal anyways? Why are you such a grouch? I mean by this point, to shut me up, you might as well just say we should work together. I'll be mute then, I promise." She gave him eyes.