I woke up one night and my forehead was itchy, so I brushed it with one hand and a giant carpenter ant came off and landed on my white sheets (I could still see because I had a night light). I used the sheets to kinda fling the ant off the bed, then I closed my eyes to try and get back to sleep. By chance, I opened my eyes a few minutes later and saw its black form crawl up out of the darkness and onto the white sheets. I had to kill the thing, but I didn't want to crush it with my hands or the sheets, and while I tried to find something it disappeared down the other side of my bed. I ended up tearing the bed apart to try and find the thing, multiple times, and I went around with a flashlight to try and spot it under my bed. I never found the thing though. I ended up sleeping on the floor, curled up in a ball in a blanket.
I hate creepy crawlies.
Eeeek, how can you do that?!I like to kill bugs by squashing them with my thumb, even the big crunchy beetles
I don't think it's dumb, but rather, only natural.In a "No shit Sherlock" style revelation, I've been more than obsessed by my book for the past three months. Then again, I guess it is because the only thing I did since December has been working on the damn thing, but I sincerely think that now that the first two books are finished, I will still continue to obsess over them until they are on store shelves...
I'm a dumdum.