Urgh! I still have the willies! If you’re freaky about bugs and a little TMI, skip this thread!
So last night Hubby wants a little action, and of course, he gets it. After, we’re doing the post-coital cuddle in bed, watching a little Leno and he’s munching on Cheetos. Around midnight we decide it’s bedtime, so I go downstairs to start the car to make sure it starts this morning (due to the cold), let it run 15 minutes, let the dog out, turn off all the lights, turn the car off, and go back upstairs.
By this time, Hubby is alread asleep. I do my normal routine, bathroom and teeth, turn off the hall light and crawl into bed. I sleep with a body pillow. So after about 5 minutes of fussing to get comfy, I feel a pinch on my thigh. I ignore it for a second, and it happens again. I reach down and find what I think is a stray cheeto from the post-coital cuddle. It’s pitch dark and I’m holding what I think is a Cheeto. It feels a bit squishy. Hmm…I smell it…it doesn’t smell like a Cheeto. Weird. So, I put it on the bed side table to look at it in the morning.
5AM the alarm goes off. I get up to start the car, come back in and wake up Hubby. He gets ready and I take him to work. I got back here around 6:15 and decide to go back to bed. I crawl in and get comfy and remember the prickly cheeto from 12:24AM. I get back up, turn on the light, and look on the bedside table to see an INCH LONG BROWN NASTY INSECT :eek: still twitching!!! GAH!! WTF is THAT?!? So now I’m doing the Ookie dance in my jammies in the middle of my bedroom and my dog is looking at me like I grew and extra head.
I still have a severe case of the willies. Just knowing I TOUCHED that that that THING!!
How did it get there?! Was it a gift from one of my cats?!
Thank Og I didn’t pop it into my mouth when I thought it was a Cheeto!
Maybe it’s a Canadian thing. My wife is Canadian and she’ll eat anywhere. I’m always finding crumbs in bed, on the sofa and in the car. It’s infuriating.
I hope you’re happy with yourself, Lady Venom. You just killed one of the few remaining queens from a once proud society of brown squickbugs living in the Frito Lay cheetos factory. Feel better now, you genocidal nympomaniac?
It was probably microscopic and swelled up to the size of the cheetoh after sucking your blood. There’s probably thousands of them in the fibres of the sheets.
Forget the bug for a minute. . .I’m trying to get rid of the image of pasty humping winterized Canadians with Jay Leno on in the background, and a ready-stash of Cheetohs on the nightstand. Next time you have a bug story, Lady Venom pretend to be young tanned Brazilians eating mangos in hammocks or something.