Last night I was sitting up in my bed reading a book. I felt something tickle my neck and swatted at it. It was gone. Then i felt it tickle my forehead, brushed it away, then it was gone. Then I felt it go into my EYE. Of course I start basically slapping myself in the face. Glasses & book are tossed to the side (but i totally put the book down face down so I wouldn't lose my page even though I knew a BUG HAD GOTTEN IN MY EYE. That's how important it is to me to not lose my page, I guess). Anyway, repeatedly poking myself in the eye, it's still there. I'm totally grossed out that there's STILL a bug in my eye. Finally i have to go look at it. I get out and walk to the mirror. Sure enough, there it is, a bug, stuck in my eyeball.
Like you would an obstinate rogue eyelash, I seriously had to dig & dig it out. It took way too long. How disgusting is that?! No one wants to see a bug in their eyeball. No one.
So i finally get it out and it's small, looks like a fruit fly but i don't know. Then i start having these visions of bedbugs and i tear open the bedclothes and find nothing but we're all pretty freaked out about bedbugs in these parts. I think it's my new #1 fear. So to have Sean inspect it later (why, i am unsure), I lay the bug carcass onto a stiff white bookmark that is sticking out of another book on my nightstand. I forget to tell Sean about it.
This morning I wake up and get out of bed. I look at my bug carcass to find a spider on it, feasting on my eye bug with eyeball goop on it! SICK. It's just so many gross things all rolled into one. ... one tissue, that is, as I hastily get rid of the ghastly scene and bid everyone a great riddance.
And that, friends, is your Friday Ewww. Happy Labor Day weekend!