The other day as I held a ball-point pen, an electric pulse zapped my thumb as I pressed the top clicker. I yelped in surprise and immediately knew I had been duped. No, I was not at a gag store. I was just having a relaxing evening at home with my husband the prankster.

I should have known he was up to no good the way he casually asked me to check out the “cool” ink colour of the prank pen. As is the custom in our household, if he “gets” me, I have the right to “get” him back. So I subjected him to the same electric zap from the pen, although this time it was lacking the element of surprise which for him is actually worse. Big baby.