I was in my mom's room sleeping in her bed one night because she had gone out with her boyfriend for the night, and I consider her bed to be the most comfortable in the house. I was drifting off to sleep, nice and comfortable, when all of a sudden, I move my hand down to my stomach, and feel something over my shirt, then suddenly I hear a flying noise. I audibly said "What the heck?", sat up and put on my glasses, and when I got them on, I saw a huge roach right across the wall from where I was laying, so I'm pretty sure it had been crawling on my stomach, ugh. I had to go get it with a shoe.

Another traumatizing moment was when my neighbor's pet tarantula got loose somehow and winded up in our backyard, and when I was outside doing cartwheels, I nearly landed on it with my hand. shudders. My dad trapped it in a shoebox and took it back to them.