 Why did the narrator's wife react the way she did when she got home to see workmen at the house?
Dozens of limp little mutants that would have sent an academic zoologist into hysterics lay there in the metabolic accelerator. I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her rollerskates banging at her side. I unlocked the door, held it against her pushing and slipped out so that, for all her peering, she could see nothing. "Tell your mother that I retaliate. Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and withdrew the intravenous needles from my first volplas. I carried their limp little forms out to a mattress in the lab, two girls and a boy. The accelerator had forced them almost to adulthood in less than a month. It would be several hours before they would begin to move, to learn to feed and play, perhaps to learn to fly. Meanwhile, it was clear that here was no war of dominant mutations. My wife tried the door, too, but more subtly, as if casually touching the knob while calling. I kissed her until I heard rollerskates coming across the terrace from one direction and a horse galloping toward the terrace from the other direction. My wife brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture. "The old man isn't allowed to pinch the maid and the kids can't go naked." I've only had the feeling once before in a small way, but I've always...." Outside this little town, I found a litter of flat stones that had young black-snakes under each slab. I filled a pail with them and took them into town and dumped them on the walk in front of the movie just as Theda Bara's matinee let out. Even in the basically mutating colony, there had been a decidedly simian appearance in recent years, a long shift from the garbage-dump rats I had started with. They were also much faster than had been their predecessors in organizing their nervous activity after the slumbrous explosion of growth in the metabolic accelerator. Except for the face, chest and belly, they were covered with a soft, almost golden down. The cranium was in the same proportion to the body as it is in the human. The spars had been common to the basic colony for years and were the result of serial mutations effecting those greatly elongated fifth fingers that had first appeared in Nijinsky. No longer jointed like a finger, the spar turned backward sharply and ran alongside the wrist almost to the elbow. Suddenly, as I teased the male volpla, this happened.
 He had shown no sign of actually reporting on his work, and she didn't know what this change meant
 The narrator had told her that he was going to expand his workspace to investigate different mutations  She was upset that it seemed like the narrator was giving up on his work by tearing down his laboratory space  She was hoping to convert the lab space into a room for the family when he was done, and didn't want it to be torn down  He had shown no sign of actually reporting on his work, and she didn't know what this change meant