So last night before we went to bed, I spotted a small spider on the ceiling. Since neither Greg or I felt like disposing of the spider, it remained. Then, a couple of hours later I awoke in a panic as I spotted a huge spider dangling on a web right above my face.
After screaming twice and waking up the whole house with a rush of adrenaline, I realized it was either a hallucination or a dream.
I woke up two more times with the same hallucination, but thankfully had the presence of mind not to scream again. Although it didn’t stop me from frantically thrashing in bed to get away from the spider and also to wipe it from my ear where I was sure I felt it crawling.
Oh, and that little spider that we spotted before bedtime? Haven’t seen him since. Somehow I feel he is responsible for all of this.