I live in a family of practical jokers. I have to admit, I started my training a little late, but I am a fast learner. When I was nine, I created a spider out of black pipe cleaners and pompoms, and I tied it on a rung that was above the lower bunk in the boys’ room while they were sleeping. I woke up the next morning at an unearthly hour – maybe 8:00 – to a loud series of screams. Andrew wasn’t totally thrilled with that. My mom wasn’t so thrilled either, but I can’t remember my punishment. How she knew it was me, I’ll never guess.