A spider has been sitting in my sink for a day now. By sitting I mean to say float by some magical strings that are holding it up two inches from the bottom of the sink. I am not frightfully scared of spiders anymore, it doesn't mean that I like them. It is terribly tempting to simply run the water and wash it down the drain, but I don't. Why? Because my brother talks to the spider.

And so I use the laundry room sink to brush my teeth.