Journaling:
Growing up, my mom had a pet tarantula named Hairy-It.
Her name was pronounced like the female name Harriet.
I was petrified of spiders, especially anything as big and as hairy as Hairy-It. One day, though, I decided that I would try holding her. I’m not sure why I thought this would be a good idea because it most certainly was not. I could feel her hairy little body moving in my hands and I was instantly done.
The worst part was when Hairy-It molted. During this time, it would appear that there were two taranatulas sitting there beside each other. One pet tarantula was one too many for me.
OK ... that design is BRILLIANT!! All of the attention is focused on that (adorable?) spider and your wonderful journaling. I must say while I don't share your mother's love of spiders, I do share her love of whimsy. That name is FABULOUS! Terrific LO!
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