Lately, my wife has been rather convinced of my need for immediate psychiatric evaluation. This comes from the fact that I will just randomly start whistling Christmas tunes in July, or whenever. Yesterday I finally figured out why. In this profession, which I haven't been in nearly as long as I wish I would have, I believe I look at more Christmas decorations than most elves. Usually it's right at the top of the attic stairs, sometimes the basement, but often I have to move the Christmas stuff out of the way to get to where the animal problem is at. Then I get in the spirit and whistle Christmas tunes for the next few days. Took a while to put two and two together, was beginning to believe that I was slowly losing my mind, but it's OK now, it's just my wife losing her mind because of some idiot whistling Christmas tunes all year.

Right you are Andy. I swear those raccoons would rather have their litter in a Christmas wreath than any other place in the attic.