Just killed the biggest tarantula I never wanted to see. It was inches from my sleeping son’s head and the body mass was size of my fist, plus giant furry legs. Yes, I screamed. Called Blaine afterward and he laughed at me and my panic. He’s so in the doghouse. But rest assured, when Blaine finds the dead tarantula on his pillow, I’ll call it even.
A homeschooling mother of eight, ages 13 and under, she chronicles life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as she raises a larger-than-most sized family and tries to figure out what she's doing day by day.