You sprayed a spider with cologne? Were you planning on taking it out to dinner and couldn't bear to walk into a fancy restaurant if your company stank of fly carcass? That's what I have to do to my younger brother sometimes. I tell him "look, we can't walk into Dairy Queen with you dressed in shortpants and stinking of baby-flesh. You march right into your room and change into that leotard, or so help me God, I'll scoop your eyes out with a salad tong. Not both tongs, just one. The one that looks like a big fork."

He usually complies after the tong threat. He hates that big fork. It scares him like fire scares Frankenstein.