I was minding my own business, innocently reading scriptures out loud to my children, sitting on the tile floor in my pajamas and bare feet.
I became vaguely aware of something tickling under my toes. I ignored the sensation until I reached the end of the verse, then cast a quick glance at my feet.
This is what I saw hiding under my toes:
Yikes! Seldom have I moved so fast!
I flew out of my seat and yelled for my knight to rescue me from this terrible (albeit a mere three-inch) demon.
Somehow it was my lucky day and I wasn't stung, even though it had been crawling under my naked toes.
This *delightful* incident happened 15 minutes ago and I still have goosebumps and heebie-jeebies. Guess what I'll be dreaming of tonight?