We sit down to eat, and a large black bug with a big red blotch starts crawling up my leg. My wife says, ‘Kill him.’ And I say, ‘Are you talking to me or the bug?’ She says, ‘Rob, kill him.’ I say, ‘Mary, let him walk off on his own.’ And she says, ‘Kill him.’ And I say, ‘Mary, that is a black widow spider. If you don’t want to be a white widow yuppie, then shut up!’