It is past my bed time and it is a night of terror as per usual.
I am in bed, it is dark and I start to hear noises. I don't know what it is necessarily, but I figure mice because they have been particularly vocal and aggressive about trying to get in the last few days. So, I start picking up a little--mainly just getting things off the floor and such. I pick up my clothes for tomorrow and what falls squirming out? A mukade, naturally.
I cannot describe for you how evil these things look with their big fangs and multitudes of legs down a slick, Alien-esque bisected body. They are prehistoric. They awaken ancient fears in the echoes of your caveman mind that you had long ago ceased to know existed.
That thing took off like a shot (they are ridiculously fast as well. The spiders and centipedes here really move) and I lost it. I wasn't worried so much at this point; I saw what direction it went in and figured I would find it.
Cue an hour later after diligently looking for it in my pirate waders armed to the teeth.....
I know I need to get to sleep and am proving unsuccesful in finding it. Based on its direction when it ran off and the fact that it didn't run past me through the only doorway to the rest of the house, I believe it to be in one of two rooms--the bedroom or the living room. (They are always in your bedroom aren't they?) So, my plan is thusly--I will determine it is not in my bedroom by moving every single thing except my bed out of the room into the living room, then close the doors and hope for the best.
Welcome to my new room decor:
Nice.
I am hoping at least I can see it coming this way...
I am really tired of this. Some of you may know I have sleep issues anyway and this isn't really helping. I feel like a child sleeping with a flashlight or the lights on all the time. I just want to be home....I really cannot wait until I can go to sleep and actually relax.
In the meantime, I sleep prepared:
I just need to make it through another month. Please let nothing bite me in my sleep, please. Please?
3 comments:
Don't give up!
Kate, I don't know how you do it, but I encourage you to keep doing it. Do let the the little monsters win... And I am not sure if it is same to sleep with a knife. I mean I would roll onto it.
You'd think so, right? But when I actually sleep, I sleep like I am dead. Rigor mortis-like. I think extreme sleep is how I get away with my lack of sleep. I wake up still clutching the knife in my hand, ready to strike.
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