. . .then I remembered I don't do drugs
Around 4AM I woke up to use the bathroom. Mind you I was quite a bit out of it. So as I am doing my thing, I notice a blackish/brown thing on the floor. At first I almost started screaming because I thought it was Roach, then I realized it was another type of beetle thing. Its almost like a roach but not as oober creepy and much darker in coloring, kind of like a water beetle. Well this one was OBVIOUSLY dead anyways, it looked like something attacked it (possibly one of me fearless felines). So I conceded to clean it up once I was done. This all took place in mere seconds. Then I thought "OMG, the floor is moving", like an unorganized waving motion. So in my bleary eyed state I attempted to refocus my eyeballs. Nope didn't work. . . the floor is still moving. My thoughts "how much did I drink last night. . .did my husband roofie me. . . OMG why is the floor moving. . ." Then my brain woke up just enough to realize the floor wasn't actually moving there were these translucent baby beetle things moving around, like mini-clear versions of the big dead thing. Apparently, the dead bug in its last attempt at life released the babies. Like HUNDREDS of them. Again all this happened in less than a minute so now I am mid-pee freaking out because there are numerous barely visible critters all over the floor and I cannot do anything about it. So I am trying to go while I hold my feet in the air (easier said than done). Then I am thinking how do I kill all these things. . .AH!
Ok now I am done and crouching on top the toilet and I realized the babies look like they are moving very slow. . . possibly dying. Whatever, so I go on a baby beetle killing spree, squishing the uninvited guests with pieces of toilet paper. Once I am confident I got all of them I dispose of my death rag and throw it and the big one in the toilet and flush 4 times, not because it wouldn't go down but because I am crazy and think they may actually come back. Now I am ready to climb back in bed. Which in theory meant more sleep. . . but in reality meant I stayed awake at least an hour because I kept imagining mini-clear things had hitched a ride on my feet/legs and were now infesting my bed. They weren't but my brain was determined to convince me that they were.
When I got up the next morning I found that I did not kill all the babies. There were about 4-5 dead on the floor. They looked "dried up". I think they were some water loving beetle and being on my no water bathroom floor they couldn't survive (Thank God). So I swept and mopped and fumigated just in case.
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