Last week we left the kids of Flamingo Street camped out in Neighbor Thomas’s backyard.
They were all engaged in a heated marshmallow war. Taking a break to laugh at my spider dance, little did they know the midnight marshmallow war was about to get hotter and bigger than any could possible imagine.
As I turned around my three brothers, and the kids in Thomas’s backyard were still laughing at me, and why not?
It was the first time they had seen one of us covered in spider webs, running and screaming, doing a spider dance all the way down to the edge of the swamp in our backyard. Read More»