Loving Little Brothers

Sometimes loving ones siblings is easy. Other times that goes out the window. Today my brother who knows very well my fear of spiders (being called upon quite a bit to kill them for me) described to me in detail the enormity and resemblance to a brown recluse (a.k.a. poisonous and I'm terrified of them after the horror stories he told to me, same brother) that he found behind a sink this morning. He went on to tell that it was a larger than normal grass spider. I love him but sometimes they make it difficult, though they could say the same of me. No need to name names but this ones began with J. Need I go on?