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What's crawling on my face?


October 25, 2017

As I am laying in bed sleeping, I suddenly get the feeling that I should be awake for some reason.

I lay there trying to decide if I am dreaming or if I do in fact feel something crawling on my face.

As I pass in and out of this sleepy state, I realize quickly that there was something crawling on my face and it has since moved to my hair. As the creepy crawling thing makes its way to my shoulder, I am awake enough to grab it, squish it an throw it onto the floor.

By now, I am wide awake and scared. What just happened? Did I really just kill something that was crawling on my face?

I grab my iPod, turn it on and use the little bit of light it casts to see what, if anything, I killed. I grabbed the iPod because even though I am terrified, I don’t want to wake my husband up. Otherwise, I would have just turned the light on.

As I move the light back and forth in the area I think I threw the creepy crawly thing, I spot it. Yes. There it is, the thing I just killed, next to the bed, still quivering. It’s what’s left of a spider.

I get even more scared. I probably shouldn’t admit this to all of the public, but spiders are the one thing that will scare me. If they are outside in the wilderness doing there own thing, I tend to leave them alone, unless they are a black widow and then I either smash them or spray them with spider killing spray. However, when spiders are in my house, in my bedroom and on my face in the middle of the night, there is only one outcome -- certain death.

After I realize I’ve just killed a spider, I start to panic a bit. I use my iPod’s light to look around the rest of my pillow and bed as best I can without disturbing my husband. I don’t see anymore spiders.

How can I be sure there are not more lurking around just waiting for me to start falling asleep so they can attack.

I decide to take my pillow out of the bedroom so I can inspect it better in real light. After closing the bedroom door, I make my way to the laundry room. I flip the light on and quickly inspect the outside of the pillowcase. There’s nothing there.

I then have the thought that maybe there are more spiders inside of it. So, I take the pillow out of the pillowcase and inspect it. It’s OK. I then think “What if it’s still in there?” I then proceed to flip the pillowcase inside out. There’s nothing there. I relax a little bit.

I’m so tired, but I can’t bring myself to go back into that bedroom. I sit on the couch for a while and listen to one of my audio books. A couple hours later, I decide it’s safe enough for me to go back to the bedroom and go back to sleep.

Eventually, I fall asleep, but I keep having nightmares about spiders attacking me.

I keep waking up.

Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep and was pretty tired the next day, which just so happened to be a Monday.

I know my initial response to the situation was probably normal, but I also know the second response to it was a bit over the top. I guess that’s what happens when I’m faced with my biggest fear.


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