As I write this, it is now 12:41 AM. At midnight, I got back home. I was out with Adam seeing Scorcese's new movie, The Departed. Which was, by the way, awesome. But that's not the point of this post.
Upon getting home at midnight, I would ordinarily just go to sleep. But, somehow, I felt like I wanted to debug a problem at work that I was working on earlier today. As much as I realized that it was a pretty sad thing to do, I quietly opened up my laptop on my bed, and lied down on the bed (Greta was still in the living room). I started working on the problem. That's when I saw something slowly drift downwards in front of me. I peered over the laptop to see a rather large spider right in the middle of my pillow. A bit frightened, I glanced up a the ceiling to see where he had come from, but I was unable to see anything interesting. I squashed the spider with a book in short order.
The scary part isn't the spider. We have spiders here occasionally. The scary part is that this spider gently drifted down right into where my head would have been if I was sleeping. And I like to sleep face-up, and I'm sure when I sleep I must snore with my mouth wide open. Would I have woken up clawing my face? Would I have woken up with a spider in my throat? Or perhaps I would not even have been the wiser, and a spider would just scuttle about my face merrily before returning home.
After a lengthy and disturbing discussion with some ex-coworkers earlier this week about bedbugs, I'm feeling a little vulnerable right now to the whole nocturnal creepy crawling things.
On the other hand, I'm feeling pretty special. I not only avoiding some unpleasantness, I solved the bug pretty quickly. And, now that I think about it, I caught my train back to Queens tonight immediately, which is unusual for 11:15 pm on a Sunday night. Luck is, evidently, with me tonight.
Posted by ahyatt at October 9, 2006 12:57 AM