So, last night was my second night of insomnia in a row. I don't usually have insomnia, but my mind will not slow down this week, for some reason. Anyway, this morning, I woke at 3am, and immediately, my brain started going, and I knew it was going to be a long night. At 3:45am, still valiantly trying to go back to sleep, I felt a small crawling on my arm. I turned on the light to discover the largest spider I have seen for a long time, especially inside a house, in my bed. On my pillow. Next to where my face was. It is a good thing I am not a screamer, because I would have caused some civil unrest. I just did the jump-out-of-my-bed-run-to-the-other-side-of-my-room action. With a healthy gasp, I am sure. I am also pretty sure there was a "you have GOT to be kidding me" thrown in there as well.
I stared, and it sat. I knew I had to take care of it, which is sooo not my style. But even in situations like this, I am more grossed out killing a spider than I am just taking it outside. Luckily the little sucker was very slow moving, so I put a cup on top of it, picked up my pillow, and went outside into the black night. I geared up for an explosion, and dropped the pillow on the ground, and ran. It still sat on my pillow, although on the underside this time. This spider clearly had no fear. I almost left my pillow on the back porch. Truly. The only reason I went back out for it was I thought it might rain, and didn't want to ruin the pillow. Luckily, the spider had crawled off on its own by then, and I went back inside. I am washing the pillow case. Gross.
Then I added the fact that my skin was crawling to the many reasons why I couldn't sleep. And I sure didn't sleep.