I Was ATTACKED

After just putting the children down, my husband and I go about getting things ready so we can watch CSI. I had already picked up the living room and cleared the table. He asked me if I would pull the trash for him and then he’d take it out. Sighing, I said I would. It would turn out to be my undoing.
I walked into the dark kitchen. Unsuspecting that there was something or someone waiting in the darkness for me. As I bent over the trash can…it hit me up the side of my head. The sheer impact of the hit knocked me on my ass. That is where I stayed wondering what the hell happened, when my husband walked in to see me on the floor. He flipped on the light and it attacked again. Fight or flight kicked in and I wanted to get the hell out of there. I am now screaming and running on all floors out of the kitchen! It followed me into the living room. More screams. All I could here was the beating of my heart as I ran down the hallway to the bathroom. I was reminded of a re-occurring nightmare…the one where I’m running down a hallway in slow motion, while everyone else seems to be in hyper-drive. But not tonight, I was breaking the speed of light as I whizzed down the hallway—to my safe haven. In the bathroom is where I stayed, hoping…praying that my husband was alright.
I was in the bathroom cowering in the shower for what seemed like and eternity. Then my husband opens the door and tells me it’s alright—as he’s laughing at my ass.
He killed the bug.