Ewe. Ewe. Ewe.
I've got the creepie crawlies. The heebie jeebies. And this time? It's not because of a cricket.
I was all curled up in my recliner, staring at the TV, because that's what I do from 8 until 9 on Thursday nights when Grey's Anatomy is on. I stare at the TV.
But all of a sudden, the big toe on my right foot felt funny. Kind of ticklish. I glanced down, and saw a dark spot. And it was MOVING!
I flung my foot. The spot left but I immediately jumped up to turn on the lights in the living room.
And there it was.
Yes, an earwig was crawling up my foot.
Needless to say, I grabbed some tissue and employed the scoop and flush method. But I still have that sensation that my skin is crawling. Because earwigs? They're almost as nasty as crickets.