Hello campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

Wear your camp counselors, I'm Katie, and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Parenthood or soy here is full of a kind of transcendent joy.

The kind you can only experience by watching your offspring learn and grow.

That is, when they're not making you want to hop in the car and keep driving until you

run out of road, there are some ups and downs for sure, but you'll hardly ever find a parent

who wouldn't do almost anything for their kids.

Notice we said almost anything, because there have to be limits, right?

Well, for the parents in today's story, not so much.

This is Bad Sport, a grab bag of parents from hell.

So campers for this first one were in Channel View, Texas, a blue-collar town just outside

of Houston, January 30, 1991.

Eighth grader Shayna Harper was practicing her gymnastics routine in the front yard when

a couple of detectives pulled up in front of the house.

We need to speak to your mama, they told her, and Shayna led them up to the house.

Inside, they found 37-year-old Wanda Holloway, pretty, dark-haired, beautifully dressed

and manicured as she always was.

When she saw them standing in the doorway, Wanda stood still for a second.

Then, piece by piece, she took off all her jewelry and laid it on a table.

Shayna, I've got to go away for a little while, your grandma's going to look after you.

...