What the....

What do you suppose this is?

You're sleeping. Soundly. And it's about 1:11 a.m. Suddenly, you feel this feathery sensation across your arms and chest. You wake up slappin' and flailin' and sit bolt upright in bed... To compose yourself, you take your dog downstairs for a drink of water and a spell in the backyard to check the perimeter and sniff around for dark activity. And then you go back upstairs...

At 1:15 a.m. I wish I would've had my camera, because still waiting in the sheets for me was about a four inch centipede, no millipede. Quickly, I gathered my killer instinct to squish him dead, right then, right there, right in the middle... of my bed, the bed that I really wanted to once again crawl into and find peace and slumber without anyone from the insect kingdom.

My killer instinct had to take a back seat to my better senses which said "Hey, make him fly!" and grabbing the ends of the sheets available to me, he flew and I never saw him again.

The next morning; however, I did see him. Or part of him...or his buddy...not sure. And the most unsettling part of this, is that I either got back into bed with these body parts, or I killed someone else instead of my first bed partner.

So I had to take the picture that time.