Instead of house killing the witch it would be death by flower box. Not saying I'm a witch (or anything that rhymes with it...) All that would remain would be my dirty garden clogs and tattered gloves.
We had a brief dialog and I assure you it was not Shakespearean in nature. It went a little something like this...
me: "hey there Romeo"
hubbs: "hey there Tonya-poo-poo (Yes that is actually one my nicknames)
me: "no it's Juliet. as in Shakespeare"
me: "Did you ever pay attention in school?" "You know?? ROMEO AND JULIET!"
hubbs: "Oh yeah!" hahahhaha
Of course then I laughed because the whole thing was goofy.