Scared to Death

6:00 a.m. Monday
I tromped into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and screamed my lungs out.

Running really, REALLY fast across the floor was a ginormous one of these:
(I hope you appreciate the picture because it really grossed me out looking this up on Google.)

Matt loved getting out of bed and killing it for me. (I've since purchased spider traps.)

Midnight Tuesday
(This one really freaked me out. No joke.)

I fell asleep on the couch last night, and ya know when you can kind of sense that there's movement going on around you, I must have realized that and opened my eyes. Still half asleep, I saw someone right in front of me and screamed like a maniac. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was later told that I started curling up in a ball, too.

The cause of my distress:(No, it wasn't totally dark—a lamp was on—so I don’t even have that as an excuse for overreacting.)

He was about to go to bed and had come to lay his head next to me for a minute. Sweet. Too bad it had the opposite effect.

It took Matt saying, "Erin, it's just me." a few times before I started calming down. Seconds later I burst into tears. (I have no idea why...)

Matt tries to scare me a lot. He's usually pretty good at it, but this one tops them all.

{I guess we now know that if somebody ever breaks in, I'll just scream and curl up in the fetal position. So much for thinking I'm tough. :)}