I totally get it.
On April fools day my kids decided to cause me intense pain and anxiety by telling me Luna my rescued dog wasn’t to be found anywhere. It was already night so very dark.
I ran out barefoot. It’s a huge rambling house.
Looked everywhere. My voice went squeaky with fear calling out to her. Every bush every mosquito infested corner was inspected. Cook and Co were sent out all over neighborhood. No sign of her. Luna can’t bark. Bastards who stole her from original owner damaged her vocal cords and smashed out her teeth. Too painful to recount. They used her for breeding. She’s so noble.
Anyways, after a horrifying 30 minutes when they saw me hyperventilating and grey in the face Luna was produced. I nearly went into cardiac arrest.
That was very cruel of them. We subcontinentals can be a horrid lot. Of course I slapped them around!