This last Monday's sleep time was rather spooky.
Husband and I had a long day, and were both bushed, called it a night, and went straight to bed, I think we were both simultaneously snoring before we hit the pillows. This isn't so unusual on Monday, it seems to be the busy day of the week for us.
Husband, however, has an odd sleep pattern. He will drop like a rock, then wake up around 1 or 2, get up for a bit, then go back to sleep, and get up around 5, give or take. I tend to sleep all the way through, or I wake up at one or two, and that's pretty much it for the sleep thing...
I guess he must have been awake at 12ish, going on one, as I woke up.
I felt something crawling on my arm! I think I was too groggy to scream (my default action when something startles me), but I sat up instantly. No eyeglasses, and the light was out.
"Hon, did you have a bad dream?" Still groggy, I snorted slightly, then tried to figure out an answer.
"I felt something on my arm. It CRAWLED on me." Husband rubbed my back, and said,
"It was a bad dream... Lay back down, relax."
This should have been my first clue. When Husband has said "it's a bad dream", things are usually not good. This is, in fact, a running joke at our house, as the first time he said 'it was a bad dream', THIS happened... I have been reminding him of this fact at various times, usually when some major disaster occurs.
Anyway, I tried to clear my head a little. Well, I didn't feel anything crawling on me now. I was awake, and in the gloom that is a dark bedroom, everything looked okay. Or at least as okay as I could see... So I laid down, and put my arm over Husband's back, to scratch his neck.
THAT'S WHEN I FELT THE THING CRAWLING ON ME AGAIN! And this time, I was awake!! Nearly instantly, Husband jumped up, swatting at his neck, and said, "There IS something here!"
I started bellowing for him to turn on the light. Still didn't have my glasses on. He ran over to the overhead switch, hit it, and in a blaze of light, I looked over at his pillow. I saw something moving, a large black something, wiggling, and moving off the pillow. Astoundingly, I still didn't scream, but I started bellowing at Husband, "thereitisthereitisTHEREITISGETITGETITGETIT!!!!" I just knew it was some black widow spider and we were going to die of spider feet poison, or some such. (I am a weenie in the spider area, yes.) (BIG weenie, I might add...) Husband came over, and scowled at the intruder, which was motoring along quite quickly off the pillow. He grabbed a sock, and picked it up, then left the room. I kept looking around for the massing hordes of evil arachnia ready to invade. Husband came back, and sat down on the bed with a disgusted snort.
"What was it?" I asked, looking timidly at him.
"It was a big black beetle, 'bout the size of my thumb. I put him outside."
I guess that was a happy ending for the bug, but I must say, I didn't sleep much after that...