My deep sleep - complete with dreams - was invaded by the
sensation of something crawling on my back. I leaped out of bed with a move
that would have made an Olympic gymnast proud. I nailed the landing, too! Not
bad for a large, middle-aged woman, if I do say so myself.
Fearful of what I may see, I looked back at the very spot I vacated seconds before. I began to breathe again when only a stink bug
remained. If it had been a spider, the neighbors may have been awakened by my
screams!
If you are unfamiliar with stink bugs, they are slow moving,
prehistoric-looking creatures that appear to be a shield with legs. The name?
Well, there is a reason for it. If a stink bug is in distress, it lets off an
unmistakable stench. It may very well have an impressive scientific name but I
do not know what it is, nor do I care.
I grabbed a tissue and picked up the now stinky stink bug. I
confess. I ended its life. Disposal of the body complete, I thought I would go
back to sleep. There on the bottom sheet were two legs. Apparently I had made a
swipe during my frantic exit that resulted in partial dismemberment. I disposed of the
appendages and attempted to go back to sleep.
I discovered one cannot sleep when every nerve ending is in
hyper drive.
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