One morning a few weeks after our honeymoon, my husband got in the shower and let out a scream. Something about “a mouse in the shower”. I rolled up a magazine (like that was going to do anything) and went into the bathroom. There he was, holding the “mouse”– a gigantic hairball that is basically the shower staple of all women everywhere. I laughed at him for about an hour and then I started to wonder “why is there so much hair in the drain? Is this really normal?”.