Unwanted visitor

It's time for a scary story, children. Gather round.

It's a story about something creepy and yucky that happened last night in the Vesneski house. Even just thinking about it is giving me the willies.

It was about 10:00 pm. I was sitting in a comfy arm chair in our living room, minding my own business, watching a movie with Brad. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker of movement on my shirt. Thinking it was just the lighting throwing shadows on my shirt, I looked down and there was, I swear to you, a centipede crawling across my shirt. It was probably about 2-3 inches long. I screamed an expletive, jumped up, flicked it off me, and ran around the room crying and hysterically brushing off every part of my body while it scurried for safety under the couch.

Now, compared to most girls, I'm not bad when it comes to bugs. I can kill small to medium spiders, any size mosquito, silverfish, etc with no problem at all. There are, however, a few bugs that absolutely freak me out, and perhaps on the top of that list, is the centipede.

I had never encountered one before about 6 or 7 years ago when I turned on the light and happened across one in the dirt-floored basement of our first apartment. I had never seen anything like it and had no idea what it was, but it so scared me that I don't think I ever went in that basement again. As luck would have it, that turned out to be an unusually large one, but I was tramautized nonetheless. I have only seen a few since, but I get hysterical when I see them and end up having great anxiety about it for at least a week afterward.

So imagine my hysteria when I saw one crawling on me! Of all things to crawl on me, it had to be the one bug I'm most scared of. And why couldn't it have crawled on Brad? Or the dogs? No, it had to choose me. And of course, it got away. The thought of it being on the loose in our house had me practically beside myself. Well, as it turned out, the bastard creature got what it deserved about 5 minutes later when Brad got up to use the bathroom and saw it scurrying across the kitchen floor. He quickly squashed it and everything was fine afterward.

Still, it had me pretty shaken up, and I half expected to develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the whole damn experience! I expected, at the very least, to have nightmares about creepy-crawly things crawling all over me. But I didn't. I'm fine.

I won't, however, be sitting in that chair for a very long time...

--C.