The Monster Under My Bed
Went bowling last night with Hannah, Greg and Sarah. We only got one game in because The Connection was closing early. Afterward we headed over to Sarah's and watched the Casa Bonita episode of South Park. Awesome. Greg took Hannah and I home shortly after 11. I was dead-ass tired. I got ready for bed, and was about to conk out when I heard an odd screech coming from somewhere in my room.
There was some sort of live creature inside my room. I turned on the light, and started scanning. The sound had stopped. And at the base of my lamp, I located a set of eyes. At first, judging by the display of limbs, I thought I had myself a baby bat - which genuinely freaked me out. My window had been open all day, but there's a screen there, so I was at a loss for how it could have gotten in. After all, there are no holes. I set out to remove the creature from my room and take it outside. I quickly dressed, put back on my socks and shoes. I slapped on my chemical gloves for film processing and accompanying lab coat for extra protection.
I unlocked the door, and turned on another light. When I returned to my room the creature had moved. Nowhere in sight. I removed the gloves, grabbed a flashlight and searched through my room. Finally, I located the intruder, he (I'm not sure, but we'll use the pronoun anyway) was in the corner of my room, underneath my bed where the heater meets the wall. I pulled my bed out of the corner, after rearranging things in my room, so as to get at him.
Finally, I was able to reach him. I put the gloves back on, and went down to pick him up. At about this point, I came to the realization, I was dealing with a frog, instead of a bat. Of course, that did me little good in picking him up and taking him outside. My degree of freaked-out-ness declined somewhat, but still. There's a frog in my room, on the fourth floor of my apartment. A frog! Four stories high.
Instead of picking him up, he crawled into the heater, likely where he came from, so I couldn't get him. I removed the gloves, and lab coat, which were causing me to perspire, as it was a warm evening, and my apartment lacks air conditioning. I turned off the lights in my room, re-locked up the apartment, and held a stakeout for Mr. the Frog.
Time passed slowly, but all was quiet. I believe he crawled into the next apartment to escape my attempt at his removal. I put my bed back into its original spot, removed my socks, shoes and clothes unnecessary for sleeping, and returned to bed.
At some point this morning, I think I heard him again. I was half asleep at the time, but I'm pretty sure I did. Creepy, creepy. I have an in-room-mate now. Bastard better fork over the rent at the end of the month, or the gloves will come off (and by that, I mean on)!
Went bowling last night with Hannah, Greg and Sarah. We only got one game in because The Connection was closing early. Afterward we headed over to Sarah's and watched the Casa Bonita episode of South Park. Awesome. Greg took Hannah and I home shortly after 11. I was dead-ass tired. I got ready for bed, and was about to conk out when I heard an odd screech coming from somewhere in my room.
There was some sort of live creature inside my room. I turned on the light, and started scanning. The sound had stopped. And at the base of my lamp, I located a set of eyes. At first, judging by the display of limbs, I thought I had myself a baby bat - which genuinely freaked me out. My window had been open all day, but there's a screen there, so I was at a loss for how it could have gotten in. After all, there are no holes. I set out to remove the creature from my room and take it outside. I quickly dressed, put back on my socks and shoes. I slapped on my chemical gloves for film processing and accompanying lab coat for extra protection.
I unlocked the door, and turned on another light. When I returned to my room the creature had moved. Nowhere in sight. I removed the gloves, grabbed a flashlight and searched through my room. Finally, I located the intruder, he (I'm not sure, but we'll use the pronoun anyway) was in the corner of my room, underneath my bed where the heater meets the wall. I pulled my bed out of the corner, after rearranging things in my room, so as to get at him.
Finally, I was able to reach him. I put the gloves back on, and went down to pick him up. At about this point, I came to the realization, I was dealing with a frog, instead of a bat. Of course, that did me little good in picking him up and taking him outside. My degree of freaked-out-ness declined somewhat, but still. There's a frog in my room, on the fourth floor of my apartment. A frog! Four stories high.
Instead of picking him up, he crawled into the heater, likely where he came from, so I couldn't get him. I removed the gloves, and lab coat, which were causing me to perspire, as it was a warm evening, and my apartment lacks air conditioning. I turned off the lights in my room, re-locked up the apartment, and held a stakeout for Mr. the Frog.
Time passed slowly, but all was quiet. I believe he crawled into the next apartment to escape my attempt at his removal. I put my bed back into its original spot, removed my socks, shoes and clothes unnecessary for sleeping, and returned to bed.
At some point this morning, I think I heard him again. I was half asleep at the time, but I'm pretty sure I did. Creepy, creepy. I have an in-room-mate now. Bastard better fork over the rent at the end of the month, or the gloves will come off (and by that, I mean on)!
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