Things like that up there tend to freak you the hell out, when at 1 a.m. you finally decide you might be able to sleep.
Especially when said thing is SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR BED.
Needless to say, I did not go to bed. Instead, I grabbed the nearest flip flop and beat the crap out of it, and disposed of the corpse down the toilet.
Then I let the brain worms take over.
In my head, it's brothers, sisters and friends now had me on their hit list. It's hard to think about sleep, when all you can imagine is waking up to find a million spiders all over you, wrapping you in their webs. Preparing you for their dinner.
I didn't go to bed. Instead, I stayed up til 4 a.m. watching True Blood on the DVR.
Would much rather watch hot men with fangs, than lay in bed worried about horrid, furry, evil things with fangs.
