This morning something happened to me, that usually would have had me screaming and running around like a chicken with no head. It would have ruined my day, had me looking in paranoia all day, and I probably would have left my house with my kids, and not come back until my husband(matt) got off work. But none of that happened, when I nice-sized wolf (or grass) spider fell from my sweatshirt I was about to put on! I stared for a minute, got some goose bumps, but I killed it, and went on my way(though I admit I didn't put on the sweatshirt) Anyway since moving to TN, I've seen more spiders than I have in my lifetime. And all sorts, from Brown Recluses, Orb Weavers, and Wolf spiders, to simple house spiders and daddy long legs . Matt even got to see a Black widow, in the garden of his work. All the exposure to them, is helping my handle them a little better. I must say though, if one just happen to land on me, all bets would be off and I'd be screaming like mad.
My sister also got my children's ears pierced yesterday!