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 nine, ages 17 and under, I chronicle life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as I raise a larger-than-most sized family and try to laugh about the craziness.