At least, I think it was an insect of unusual size. It scurried past my foot and by the time I jumped up, ran for the extremely sturdy shoes with soles that could not possibly be penetrated by bug ickiness, and finished shuddering, muttering "ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew" softly (so as not to wake the slumbering roommate), and dancing from foot to foot, the damn disgusting specimen had ran for cover under my bed. I'm pretty sure I saw some kind of extremely grotesque tentacle action going on there, so I'm thinking insect of extreme girth. Or a very, very small rodent.
How am I supposed to sleep now? There's a hideous mutation lurking in my room somewhere. There is no comforting slumber for me. There is a literal monster under my bed! Okay, so it's a bug, but it could touch me in my sleep, people. That's just wrong. Maybe I'll sleep on the couch. For the rest of my life.
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