night terrors

Let me preface this by saying that bugs aren’t really my thing.

Last night, as I was falling asleep, I felt a tingling on my arm, and absentmindedly brushed my skin. My hand made contact with something small. My eyes flew open and I hopped up and turned on the lights. I didn’t see anything at first. Then I moved some pillows and found, scrambling on my bed, a big, black spider. That doesn’t really do it justice though. It was creepy. But worst of all, that thing was crawling on me. Not acceptable.

So I did what any rational person would do: I screamed and ran for my mommy.

She took care of it. I love my mommy.

I’m a scaredy cat. Don’t judge.