Catherine has always been afraid of spiders.
Once when she was 6 or 7, she stole down the stairs in the dead of night, wearing her favorite blue feetie pajamas — the ones with the clouds on them — and woke Basil up.
“Daddy,” she said, “there’s a spider in my room.”
Of course Basil got up, trudged upstairs and slayed the miniscule beast.
Tonight at dinner, fresh from lining up two more college tours, Catherine announced that she expects us to drive to school — whichever one she chooses — whenever she discovers a spider in the dorm. And kill it.
We told her to get her head examined, that she would have to kill dorm spiders all by herself, or else press her roommate into service.
“What will you do when you have your own children?” I asked.
Catherine looked at me as though I needed MY head examined.
“They’ll kill their own bugs. And mine too,” she replied. ” I can’t believe you even ASKED me that.”