nothing like an adrenalin rush
to kill a mediocore nights' sleep.
i am not fond of six or more legged creatures. i tend to draw the line at four feet.
there is nothing like waking to find that the brats (motley to be specific) are pursuing their latest fun craze in your bed. and the prey is trying to escape underneath you. timing me jumping up from a dead sleep to realizing that a dark blur of bug was trying to crawl to safety beneath me, to screaming and turning on th elight would have been interesting. bug was found and killed before i could fully gather my shell (bug?) shocked wits about me. maceration of the unwelcome bedfellow was occuring.
the furry bedfellow couldn;t figure out why pniky two legs was up and not happy. not being incling to share bedspace with pinky (after all, there were bugs to be hunted), he wanderes off in search of more fun. leaving itso trying desperately to return to sleep. in a bed she is now real twitchy about.
oversharing motley. not nice. adrenalin is not my friend. nor are phobias at this point. guess i am sleeping on the couch until i am supposed to get up shortly. if i can get back to sleep again.
btw- happy belated birthday to the brats. they turned a year on last wednesday. mighty hunters that they are. i think they approve of summer and the abundance of flying prey in a multitude of size (and difficulty) ranges.
i am not fond of six or more legged creatures. i tend to draw the line at four feet.
there is nothing like waking to find that the brats (motley to be specific) are pursuing their latest fun craze in your bed. and the prey is trying to escape underneath you. timing me jumping up from a dead sleep to realizing that a dark blur of bug was trying to crawl to safety beneath me, to screaming and turning on th elight would have been interesting. bug was found and killed before i could fully gather my shell (bug?) shocked wits about me. maceration of the unwelcome bedfellow was occuring.
the furry bedfellow couldn;t figure out why pniky two legs was up and not happy. not being incling to share bedspace with pinky (after all, there were bugs to be hunted), he wanderes off in search of more fun. leaving itso trying desperately to return to sleep. in a bed she is now real twitchy about.
oversharing motley. not nice. adrenalin is not my friend. nor are phobias at this point. guess i am sleeping on the couch until i am supposed to get up shortly. if i can get back to sleep again.
btw- happy belated birthday to the brats. they turned a year on last wednesday. mighty hunters that they are. i think they approve of summer and the abundance of flying prey in a multitude of size (and difficulty) ranges.