A rifle, in bed?

Back story: We had gone to the range this weekend, so the guns were out in the "man-cave" awaiting to be taken apart and cleaned to perfection.

Hubs had a long day at work, we made dinner together then he must have gone upstairs and passed out on the futon as I was washing the dishes. Once I was done I walked into the "man-cave" and woke him up so he could get ready for bed. Instead he grabbed me and we ended up having a nice conversation cuddling on the futon until...

I saw something crawling on the ceiling in the corner of the room.

Me- EWWW, Is that another spider?
Hubs- I dunno let me check.
*reaches over the side of the futon and retrieves his rifle*
Me- Seriously?
Hubs- Well I can see it through the scope!
Me- *rolling eyes* ...only a Marine.
Then we both started cracking up!