I'm convinced that there is a flying rat in our bedroom. Dustin however, refuses to believe that and assures me is it a moth. I still don't believe him.
Late last night I was sitting at the desk in our bedroom, the only light coming from the glow of the computer monitor since Dustin was
trying to sleep. I was happily minding my own business, working on my soon-to-be best selling novel, when something zipped past my head. It was silent of course, but I caught site of it's large body as it bounced off the computer screen. I was thinking,
Just your imagination Jess, you're tired.Back to typing I went.
A minute or two later something straight out of a horror movie landed in my lap. And since I don't wear pants to bed,
your welcome for that little tidbit of information, all I felt was a large, furry body on my thigh.
I froze.

It started to
crawl up my leg.
I squealed and knocked it away, pulling off some inept dive move to jump into bed and landing on top of Dustin. Since he can fall asleep in a matter of seconds, he started moaning and grumbling, wondering why the heck I was jumping on top of him.
Me: There is an evil bug/rat thing over my the computer.
Dustin: What makes you think it is evil?
Because this would be anyone's natural response.Me: It tried to crawl up my shirt.
I was whispering at this point in case the flying rat could hear us.Dustin: Maybe it is just perverted.
After I smacked him once or twice he got out of bed and turned the light on.
Nothing.Me: I swear there is a flying rat over here.
Notice this time I gave up on the bug theory.Dustin: Or maybe just a moth?
Me: Doubt it
If you read my
rabbit post, you know that we have a history with evil creatures.
I was standing close by his side during this, doing my own searching, when he thought it would be a great time to joke and start searching my hair for this flying rat. Not cool DMill,
not cool. Eventually he turned off the light and crawled into bed. I followed, but chose to plant myself in the very center of the bed and clasp my arms around my legs. I was going to sit and watch for this flying rat, but alas, it never showed.
I finally laid down and told Dustin that if I woke up with a bug in my mouth it was his fault to which he responded. "Then don't sleep with your mouth open."