The NajaHound has an unfortunate panty-fetish. He occasionally thefts my underwear out of the hamper and suckles them. NajaHusband does the laundry, and would never notice an unusual decline in the panty count moving through the wash. I, however, will notice that the number of clean pairs is disproportionate to the number I have worn since the last laundry day, and will have to go on an underwear hunt to find my violated undergarments lovingly stashed under the bed or in other out-of-the-way places. This results in a glut of underwear through the next wash.
In my house it’s “im in ur hamper, stealin ur dirty laundreys!” NajaHusband finds the whole thing hysterical.