We lived in a small, two bedroom house with brown asphalt siding and an outhouse. At the time there were only four of us girls, Debra-age five, Rhonda-age three, Sherlyn-age two, and myself-age six. We all four slept in a full-size bed. (Sure wouldn't want to try that now)
One evening after we sat down to eat supper Rhonda asked to go to the outhouse. When she stayed out too long I was asked to go check on her. When I walked around the corner of the house there Rhonda stood, holding a big, brown, hairy tarantula by one leg. I yelled, "Rhonda! Throw that thing down!" as I slapped it out of her hand. Then I excitedly asked, "What did you think it was?" She calmly replied, "A bug."
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