It came running out of Isaiah’s toys, and then took off towards the baby! I scooped him up, ran for a shoe, and came back to the living room where he had taken off trotting (I swear he was like a horse). When I came towards him, screaming, he actually stood up to me, and I could see his little needly fangs. I almost passed out, but then whacked the giant arachnid three times before he would pass from this world to the next. Kurt killed his cousin in the den this morning. Apparently we have a tarantula hanging out in our storage bin with our moving boxes. Kurt said it challenged him the other day. And the spider won.

 

The only benefit to bugs this big and creepy is that I guess I feel like a real missionary wife today, defending the fort while the husband travels to do God’s work somewhere in the jungle, all the while battling to keep poisonous creatures out of her house. I need a latte.