And then you make fun of a 12 y/o bc she had something to say? What kind of person are you. Should she have edited her note better while she was typing in the heat of her anger for your words? Oh apparently she was supposed to do that, otherwise you would make fun of her. So mature of your. And you’re a mom?? So shocking at your maturity level!

On a further note, may you always be haunted by thoughts of losing your baby, may you worry every minute of your day that since you are so blantly upfront of how heartless you are, may you always live in fear of losing your baby….may your child grow up lashing out at you as a teenager bc you are so deserving of it. May life throw you curves every single day, may you one day realize that the hurt you imposed on others by this post is the reason why one day, you will get yours. How is this post funny bc your baby is alive? What if he dies….will it not be funny then? Will you regret?

I went online to research SIDS in lieu of my heartache and I had to read your sick post, how severely demented you are!

House spiders are in a house for a reason. They will die outside. I also used to put them outside, but in my research found the fact that a house spider is where he needs to be. Without them, we would be overrun with tiny insects that can get into our houses regardless of how tight our doors, windows, etc. are. I also found that outside spiders are very numerous, numbering about 5,000 species to an acre. They are not prone to bite and are more afraid of us than we are of them. They are also trusting of me. I respect that they do not want to be handled and will bite out of fear. I was told by my mother that it is bad luck to kill a spider.

I had the unique gift of being able to watch an extremely large spider, on an extremely large web, on my front porch. The sun would set and I could see exactly what he was doing with the last rays of light. At exactly sunset he would begin to repair his web. The silk would come from the front leg and it was woven in the most beautiful way. In the beautiful evening rays of the setting sun, the silk from his leg and the web would be all different colors. After a long repair job, he would settle down for the night’s work of getting his dinner. This continued for a month and half or so and then one night I went out and the entire web was gone. I was so upset and called my husband out and he pointed up to the wall above the porch, and there was a cocoon made from the entire web. I am supposing the dying or dead spider had laid eggs and the spider itself was going to be a source of food for it’s young. And so the cycle of life went on.

The people in my life find my love of spiders strange. I also love nature and all that is in it. Since I can’t replace life, I don’t destroy it in any way.
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I am 13 weeks pregnant!…