on friday, there was a giant furry spider hanging out on the door jamb in my bedroom. usually i try to be cool with the spiders. but this one had fur. clearly, fur is where i draw the line when it comes to spider smooshing. after sitting on the edge of the bed doing a few deep breathing exercises in an attempt to dig up some courage, i grabbed some kleenex (about 4 of them) and smoosh-scooped up the furry spider. then i ran to the bathroom. but once i got into the hallway i made a quick right, dashed through sister #4’s bedroom and tossed the spider into her toilet. and even now i still feel a little guilty.