I have the need to tell this story.

I have this need to tell the world about these nasty bugs that leave me with the heebie jeebies every time I see one. These are out to get me. I know it. I hate them. I find them all the time, but only when Dustin is gone. They come in my room, they are always hiding behind the trash can right by the toilet. They are always in the shower when I open the curtain at 6:30 in the morning. And of the last couple of days they have found their way onto my face while I sleep at night, and on my pillow when I wake up. And of most recent, they have found a way to jump up my pants...JUMP UP MY PANTS... also at 7 in the morning. This last experience about did me in. I woke Dustin up to shake out my pants (which I had taken faster than I thought was possible after feeling something on my leg) anyways I think I was slightly hoping for a better ending then something falling out of my pants when Dustin shook them out, but none the less, one of these giant mothers fell out of them, and I proceeded to burst into tears and ball over my latest experience. Note to self. NEVER live in a basement apartment again. I also wear my sweat pants tucked into my socks now...thanks for that tip Sara.