Soooooo......

[Betty]

When I was a kid, we lived next door to my Mom's good friend and her husband. It was a duplex or apartment complex or something - but our small back yards were seperated by a wooden fence that wasn't that big.

I distinctly remember the day that his tarantula got out and made it's way into our house through the back door and into the living room where we were folding laundry on the floor. My Mom ran out of the house screaming then ran back in and got me and ran back out again.

In my head, the spider was as large as a salad plate. I have no idea how accurate that is.