I was so freaked out by my husband having a gun in the house, I hid it. He actually had it for a long time before he told me, because he knew I didn't like the idea, and I was having knee surgery, so the day before the surgery, I hid it, and he spent the next four days while I was in the hospital looking for it. I did it in a way where I made him think HE lost it. :)

I eventually gave it back when I got home, and I'm used to the idea now, but it was not something I liked at first. Now, I'm thinking if I can learn to use one, even with my messed up elbows, it might be a good idea, the way things are going in the world. That pepper spray, kitchen knife, and pair of scissors I carry with me (and also keep in the table by my bed) are only as good as the weapon any potential assailant is carrying.