Bugs!

If you know me at all, you would know that I hate HATE hate bugs. Can't stand them. The sight of them gives me the heebie-jeebies. I get that creepy crawly feeling that has me convinced I'm being covered with bugs. . I don't like seeing bugs outside, but I won't go out of my way and kill them, but when they are in my house you better flippin look out.
Now I live in a basement suite. I am aware that basement suites come with lots and lots of bugs. But this is getting ridiculous.
I am laying in my bed tonight, catching up on the blogs and emails that I missed while I was at work, when I feel something drop on me. Now I am laying in the dark, so I brush it off and jump as quickly as I can and turn on the light. There is a piece of wood sitting on my bed. *I have a vent/register over my bed* There is no cover of this vent. I look up at it, and it honestly looks like there is an albino grasshopper minus the wings coming out of it. It was HUGE, and before I could grab something to kill it with, it definalty crawled back into the vent.
So now being the Princess that I am, I can't sleep in my bed. What if that bug lands on me and crawls into my mouth or something? So now I am stuck on the couch, where I find at least two bugs a day. Gross!
Maybe my dad will help me tomorrow!


