My mom.
Ok, story time kids. So we have foxes in the neighborhood. Mostly because A)we're encroaching on their habitat due to overbuilding and B)we have bunnies. So last night, my dog Murph and her...."cousin" Puddles saw a fox. No big deal, they're on leashes, a quick pull back controls them. So my sister, who is Puddles' mom, was getting ready to leave and the gormless idiot had the door open in preparation. Then Mr. Fox walked across the street and somehow, Murph saw him. And somehow managed to open the glass screen door and shot out of the house like a rocket, my parents and sister in hot pursuit. So my dad manages to get across the street and get Murph to come to him right? Well, my sister picks up Murph, carries her into the house and my mom is in hysterics. Then my dad trips over a crack and falls down and my mom, despite assurances from my dad that he's ok, is screaming that it's his heart, cause my dad has a history of heart problems. I'm trying to reassure my mom he's ok but she's not having any of it. And it's just so fucking annoying.
Ironbite-also I'm pretty sure my mom has low level dementia so I got that to look forward to.