About a Bug

So April fools. Not my favorite holiday really. And especially not today. Because apparently I played an April fools joke on myself... and it wasn't that funny. Let me explain:

So last night, I was resting peacefully. Probably having a dream about the new HP movie or something. And then I rolled over and pulled the covers up. And at that point, it all changed. In my dream-state, I registered the fact that I was rolling over in bed, but when the blanket tickled my ear on accident, my subconscious went berserk. Suddenly there was a giant grasshopper/beetle/cockroach/praying mantis in my bed! Trying to eat my ear! It was sooooo scary. So naturally, I ripped all the covers off of the bed and started screaming for Scott to wake up. While I turned on all the lights and started searching frantically for the monster bug, my dear husband, so confused and alarmed, asked me what in the heck I was doing. Well, I was searching for a killer! I explained to him what had happened, at which point he rolled over and said he was going back to sleep. What?! You can't go back to sleep! There is a killer demon bug in our bed! I insisted that Scott search all the blankets and pillows for the bug while I shook out my hair and continued to freak out. Once he had determined that no bug existed, I still expressed a fear of going back to sleep. He told me that if he were a bug, he would be too scared to try and pull anything else. That must have been really comforting to my semi-conscious self, because I climbed back in bed and fell asleep right away.

Thanks to a brave Grizzly bear for saving the day (or night, I should say) once again.