NASA announced a rogue toolbox that was orbiting the planet after it got loose during a repair operation in November re-entered the atmosphere and vaporized somewhere over the Pacific. That’s good news because the list of things I worry about every day is so immense, there’s simply no room for a meteoric 9/16 wrench falling from the sky.

Before my wife and I even announced we were pregnant… or that she was pregnant, my uncle told us a parent’s biggest fear is that their children will make a mistake that can’t be fixed. I don’t think he was talking about ordering beef and broccoli instead of the spicy orange chicken.

He meant risky sex without a condom, getting addicted to heroin, T-boning a station wagon full of nuns after one too many drinks, that sort of thing. I don’t know. My fears as a parent seem much more terrifying. In addition to actually trying to figure out which of my friends is a potential child molester and if Los Angeles is a viable terrorist target, there’s a small sliver of my brain that still believes in werewolves.

Plus, seriously, factoring in the vastness of space and the massive size of planet Earth, the fact that the toolbox re-entered over the Pacific feels just a little too close to me.