No, this isn't a post about how my brother and I have ended up sharing our family's vacation home for the fall. But that would be an interesting post. And would mostly be a detailed list of who won the classic game of Sorry when. This is also not a post about the family who is renting my town home while I'm here in Pitkin. But that might be a good story too, considering the last text I got from the gentlemen was whether on not I'd left an adult hamper. I'm honestly not sure if a laundry basket falls within the parameters of "furnished." Nope. Jesse is a fun person to share space with, and my renters seem like truly lovely people. Fun and lovely. Just the kind of atmosphere I'm trying to create in my living space. But for years--my whole life, even--I've been battling an enemy that's more creepy than fun, more crawly than lovely. I'm talking about spiders, people. The big ones and the small ones and the hairy ones. The poisonous varie