A Bug's Life: Part 1

I love my bed. We have a beautiful bed and a wonderful pillow top mattress. I also love my bed linens and the person that sleeps next to me, so really, I never have any reason to not want to get into my bed.

Until two nights ago, that is. That was when something happened in my bed that still makes me shudder. I only felt as if it was appropriate to share it with you all.

Let me set the stage for you...

It's dark and cool in my bedroom. It is about 5:15 am. I am fast asleep as is the man next to me. (Clarification: the man I speak of is my husband. Thank you.) I am sleeping so soundly because I know that it is summer time and I can wake up whenever I want. Life is good.

As I am sleeping, something awakens me. Is it a sound? No. It is a feeling. A feeling of something scurrying up my arm. Now, let me give you a disclaimer. I often feel as if something is "on me". The sheets touching me often make me think that I have bugs on me, so this is nothing new. However, this scurrying thing woke me up. That has never happened before. After waking up and feeling this, I laid there and thought, "Was that really what I thought it was?"

It was. The thing scurried Back. Down. My. Arm.

Please stop and let the weight of the previous statement sink in.

I grabbed the thing and absolutely booked it into the bathroom to throw it into the toilet. After throwing it in the toilet, I turned on the light. I did not turn on the light before it was out of my hand because I knew that if I saw what it was, I would probably scream bloody murder and drop it. Not okay. The thing needed to die.

When I made my way back over to the toilet to see the scuttling culprit, all I found was a single antennae-- still wiggling. I knew it was still wiggling because I had dropped it on the toilet lid. The best worst part? The rest of the bug was nowhere to be found.

I then did what any self-respecting bug catcher would do. I woke up my husband, turned on the lights, and searched for the bug for twenty minutes. Nothing. I peeled back the sheets and blankets and pillows. Nothing. I looked everywhere. Nothing.

Naturally, I could not go back to bed. Couldn't. Wouldn't. So I sat in the family room and googled things like, "What kind of bug has a yellow and black striped antennae" and "wriggling antennae on dead bug". I got nothing.

Finally, I did go back to bed. I know, I know. But I was so tired. I got in bed and I prayed. Seriously, I did. I prayed, "Lord, please let me either find the bug already dead or let me find it alive so I can kill it."

And I fell back asleep.

To be continued...