This Is Probably Not Funny

Due to our well-documented love of all God's creatures at my house, finding an insect is not cause for stomping - it's an exercise in catch and release.  Well, except for the dastardly millipede, which my Lady Friend considers to be a minion of Satan.  Everything else, though, is a wonderful creature which, should they accidently find themselves inside our domicile, are to be captured, carried outside, and released into the wild.  That, along with a poorly-timed encounter, is what led me to utter the following seldom-heard phrase:

"Great.  Now I have this ant, but I'm naked."