LOL...this was inspired by the post today by Surreal, where she had a plugged kitchen sink drain. Us guys practically had the siding off of her house, when NeoStar suggested simply dropping the sink trap and clearing that...and guess what? It WORKED!!
LOL...I blame Testosterone. We love our tools, and we wanna fix BIG stuff--don't bother me with that loose light switch plate...unless, of course, it needs to be REWIRED!!!

YAYY!!
The guy and the gal notice the light on the kitchen ceiling is out. To the male mind, this could be indicative of a severed wire (he is CERTAIN he may have pierced that Romex line when he put the ceiling fan up!) or an electrical short. Serious news, either way.
Grimly and with a sense of noble purpose, he heads toward the Altar of Masculinity (the workbench) and emitting Tim Allen-style grunts, begins to put the expected tools into his tote: sheetrock knife, dikes, wire strippers, electrical tape, an extra length of Romex, etc.
"Urrrr, ar-ar-ar-ar" he says, as each item is carefully toted to the kitchen.
It isn't until the third trip between the "Altar" and the "Worksite", that he notices that the light has inexplicably commenced working again...it seems the gal has tiptoed over to the cabinet above the laundry....that's right. She has
replaced the bulb.
Our hero stares for a long moment. "Urrr?? ar-ar?? AR?" he sputters. Then, he picks up the tools and starts putting 'em back.
But it's okay. His pride is undamaged...for he knows in his little simian heart that his skills, and his beloved tools will have another day to come out and play...