We named him Boris.

“Mom, can you kill something for me?” he said.

“No, but maybe your sister can help,” I said. She is great at saving spiders and creepy crawly things. She always has been.

“But I want it dead,” he said, “so it doesn’t come back in the house again.”

“But it would hurt Buddha’s feelings,” I said.

“Fine,” he said.

So his sister was called in to do her bravery. Things were going pretty well for the spider, until the end. Sometimes it’s hard to judge the actual trajectory of a spider throw, in relation to the height and distance of a backyard fence, even for those of us who are generally fearless, and good at spatial relations.

Sorry Buddha. We tried!