Bugged Out

8 years ago

Are you afraid of bugs? Being that I'm a girl, I can answer this question honestly without having to feel embarrassed. YES.

If you ask my husband this question though, he'd probably answer 'NO!' and puff out his chest a little further to prove that his masculinity is, indeed, in tact. Most people would assume that he was telling the truth. In reality though...My husband is very much afraid of all things creepy-crawly.

How did I come to this conclusion, you ask? Two words...Sleep deprivation.

You see, the whole thing started back in August when I first shared with the CluelessMe.com readers how my husband and I couldn't sleep on account of our loud neighbors. After trying everything we could possibly think of to remain sleeping in our own bedroom, my hubby and I decided to literally move our bed into the basement (part of which we share with our neighbors,) in order to get some much needed sleep.

At long last, we were finally able to catch up on some Zzzz's. Life was good again. Until...We had an incident with an uninvited visitor one night...

My husband and I were ready to turn in for the night...I knelt down to set the alarm clock when I hear a high-pitched scream coming from behind me. I turned around to see my husband standing on top of the bed, grasping the covers in his hands and peering cautiously down at the floor.

"Uhhh...What's going on?" I asked.

"There's a giant bug," my husband gulped, "And it just scurried under the bed."

Feeling a little squeamish, I responded, "So kill it!"

"No way!" My hubby was up on his tip toes now. "That thing was this big!"

He made a gesture that insinuated that the bug in question was bigger than his index finger. Entirely grossed out at this point because I was envisioning a cockroach (or worse), I joined my husband and hopped up on top of the bed.

We both stood there, trembling, and not wanting to move.

After about five minutes of watching and waiting in silence, I convinced my husband that if he moved the bed, I could muster up the strength to squash the critter with my shoe.

"Alright," I said to him. "On the count of three...One...Two...Three!"

I braced myself and prepared to pounce on the most hideous, slimy creature ever to go scurrying out from under the bed.

What I saw curled in a small ball made me yelp in disbelief. 

Folks...This alleged behemoth of a bug was nothing more than a teeny, tiny house centipede...Seriously, this measly excuse for an insect was no bigger than a centimeter...


The alleged big, bad, scary bug.

NOTE: This is cross-posted on CluelessMe.

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