Well, we're six weeks in, and we've still not addressed "The Problem." It's not a big problem, or even a particularly scary problem (at least on a physical intimidation level). This problem is the sort of thing that you'd normally lock in an attic room, sliding food under the door daily, and allow to drool and gibber out its last days before some nosey bride-to-be finds the key to that forbidden door, inadvertently releasing it onto a horrified world… or maybe that's just the way my family works.