Think outside the box.
Get one of those big b*stards with an internal combustion engine that will deafen you and take your arm off if its rotor blades hit you.
Imagine the fun of your first flight. It's 0600 and your wife is still sleeping when you fire it up. She didn't even know you bought the damn thing!
She stumbles down the stairs in her nightgown, all bleary eyed just as it screams past, making the windows vibrate ominously in their frames. It shears off the chandelier over the dining room table, and you bank hard and knock over the china cabinet which contained her grandmother's priceless, heirloom dinner service and tea set.
As her eyes go from bleary to four times normal size, you misjudge another turn and it smashes through the bay window and flies across the street into the neighbors garage. You listen for a moment to the sound of rotor blades chewing through drywall, and then it stalls.
The last sound you hear from that direction is the neighbors' German Shepherd inside their garage, yelping as if it had been scalded.
There. Now wasn't that more exciting than some little thing with batteries?
Cheers!
Rick...