The latest result of my "lean-in" resolution.
She has been living with us since I rescued her from our cat about 3 weeks ago. I popped a flowerpot over the top of her, mostly because I wanted to see Donnie's reaction when he lifted it off. He's not a big fan of spiders.
He thought we should put it in a tree where it would be safe, but I didn't want the kids to miss seeing it---you know...we homeschool now...teaching opportunities...yada yada-- and they were already in bed. We stuck it in a jar on the counter overnight, and woke up to little voices squealing about whether is was real. Or dead. Or where in the world it came from.
Which lead to us doing a little research on what do tarantulas eat...