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Emma and I went out for the mail one morning, so I was naturally distracted. then again, nature is just outside my door. At any rate, I was back at my desk, typing and clicking away, when I felt a tickle on my neck.

I should tell you right now I am one of those people who do not like anything or anyone touching my neck. I don’t even like tight turtlenecks. I swatted it away, and confused, looked at my hand which was… wet.

Ew.

So I pulled my tshirt away from myself to get a good look on whatever was on my shoulder. I thought maybe a bird had presented me with a gift maybe. Nope.

THERE WAS A BUG ON MY SHIRT.

Not only that, he was LOOKING AT ME. And reaching out with his flailing buggy arm stumps, trying to inch forward.

“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF ME! OHGODSOMEONEGETHISOFFMENOW! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Yeah, I kinda freaked out a little bit.

Ew, ew, ew, I grabbed a kleenex from the handy trash basket next to my desk and grabbed the bug off my shirt. Gah, it touched me. Ew. I tossed it in the bin under my desk.

After that, it was almost lunch, so I took care of that, saw Ron, told him all about it (he shook his head at me) and eventually settled back in to work, a drink by my side.

It was a while later, reaching for my drink, that I perchanced to look over. There, almost brushing my hand AGAIN, the Killer Zombie Bug That Would Not Die had crawled up out of the wastebasket, up the side of my desk, directly towards me.

And did I mention I almost touched it again? Ew, yuck, *shivers* gag.

I grabbed another tissues, got the bug and squished it good this time. It was big and icky too. ewwwwwww. Why I did not think to stomp on it, I dunno. I was too busy freaking right the heck out over it.

*shivers again*

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