Today, on marrying Morrison is perhaps the best thing I’ve ever done, a scene:
I happen upon a spider in the bathroom. I am horrified.
ME: IN THE BATHROOM!!!
Morrison enters calmly, softly, with a cup and a magazine. Softly, calmly, he kneels next to the spider.
Morrison: Hey, buddy, c’mon. Let’s go. You don’t need to be in here.
Ever so gently, he guides the spider into the cup, and even more gently, he carries and places the spider outside, where it can live its life.
Me: Did you just call the Spider Buddy?
Morrison: It’s not his fault he’s a spider. It’s just who he is.