And who would have guessed which family member would be first to be bitten? (I suspect I was a few years older when I got my first snake bite, but then I was a few years older when I started riding a two-wheeler too!)
Our neighbors have graciously invited us to a huge Halloween party for the past few years, and one of the highlights this year for me was seeing our neighbor Marc drive a huge backhoe up on top of the bonfire stack to clean it up a bit.
We were hitting whiffle balls in the backyard, and Lil A decided she wanted to go look for bugs between turns. The kid isn't scared of anything. I'm waiting for her to bring me a tarantula.