One time Sylvia had seen a bear run through their backyard while George was at work. It had to be a bear; nothing else was that big, black and rolling fast.

"It wasn't a bear," he'd insisted. "It was just a dog."

"It wasn't a dog, George. I'm really quite sure what I saw was a bear."

Same thing with the moose she'd seen up in Maine, the Olsen twins, and the time her hair turned green from a pool. If George didn't see it, it didn't exist and that annoyed Sylvia no end.