I just saw it, barely, out of the corner of my eye. I don’t even know if I saw all of it. Or maybe I didn’t see anything at all. I mean, it’s late. I’m exhausted and was barely able to hold my eyes open to do this blog just a minute ago.
But then, there it was…what looked like the ass end of some sort of bug scurrying its way under my couch.
Maybe it was a bug. Maybe it was just one of those annoying eye floaters. Maybe some crazy serial killer squeezed himself underneath the hide-a-bed and what I saw wasn’t a bug at all, but the tip of a finger, or shoelace. Ever since I saw that creepy photo on facebook, you know I’ve been double checking…
Did I mention I was tired?
I guess the smart thing would have been to investigate immediately and try to locate the little critter, instead of sitting here and giving you all the play by play. But it’s late. The hubby, the kiddo, and the dog have all been asleep for hours, and I don’t think any of them would take too kindly to me rearranging furniture in the middle of the night searching for some creepy crawly that may or may not have been just a figment of my imagination.
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. And now I’m a little creeped out.
See, it’s not that there’s some sort of unidentified bug in my house. I don’t have an issue with bugs in general, but I have sort of a rule against them coming in the house and trying to make themselves at home. Nope, that’s where I draw the line. Outside, it’s live and let live. Inside, only humans and dogs allowed, thank you. But, what really gets me is the fact that I no longer know where the little bugger is. I’ve lost the suspect people. For all I know, he may have doubled back and is lying in wait somewhere close, planning his attack.
That’s how it always works isn’t it? You see a bug or a spider or some other creature scurry across the floor, and you lose yourself in some momentary panic. Then, even worse, you lose the critter. So, you’re doomed to spend the rest of the evening wondering where it went, watching for it out of the corner of your eye, swearing you can feel it crawling on you. Then, just about the time you’ve forgotten all about it, you feel a little tickle on your arm and you look down and realize that the nasty little thing is making a beeline up your body and straight toward your face.
Makes me itch just thinking about it.
And on that note, it’s time to go to bed. At least then, I’ll be on the second floor, and the nasty little critter won’t have a chance to reach me before morning.
Or will it?