My hands are still shaking because my little sister just snapped me in full hysterics asking if you can get pregnant from hot tub water. Her boyfriend messed around in it hours earlier, but the real nightmare is she lent her bikini to our ultra-religious cousin, who is now locked in the bathroom sobbing that her life is over. I feel completely helpless, how do I fix this before our family wakes up?

Breathe out, unclench your jaw: nobody is pregnant, nobody is ruined, and science is firmly on your side here. Sperm are remarkably fragile little swimmers. The second they hit hot, chlorinated, bubbly water, they are dead. Finished. kaput within seconds. They cannot survive a chemical bath, swim across a tub, penetrate fabric, and magically impregnate someone sitting nearby. It is biologically impossible. Your poor cousin isn’t just terrified of a baby; she’s terrified of guilt and shame that don't belong to her. Knock gently on that bathroom door right now and give her the reality check she needs: "Hey, open up. I just checked with medical facts: hot tub water kills sperm instantly. You are one hundred percent safe, I swear." Get her a glass of water, hug her tight, and let the girl breathe. You two saved the day—now go enjoy the rest of your vacation drama-free.