Last week, I had what could best be described as an encounter with an alien. I am still processing the experience! Have you ever woken up at three in the morning to the sound of your stomach growling? I did last week, and no matter how I turned or how much I tried to ignore it, my stomach kept growling! Frustrated, I decided the only way to quiet my tummy was to have a few crackers and a glass of milk. This meant getting out of my comfortable bed, and I thought it surely wouldn’t take long.
I slipped on my house slippers and didn’t bother putting on my glasses. As I dragged my sleepy self to the kitchen, I noticed a strange spot on the floor. I couldn’t figure out what in the world I might have dropped to create this spot, and it was in a weird location. Instead of just getting my milk and crackers, I grabbed a paper towel to clean it up. Remember, I wasn’t wearing my glasses, and I was half asleep. As I bent down, the spot seemed to shift to another location, shocking me awake, but I was still blind without my glasses.
I quickly traded the paper towel for a shoe and a can of Raid. The spot showed no fear of my stance. I threw the shoe as it scurried off behind the bookshelf. I might have yelled a few words and sprayed the Raid in all directions, convinced I had hit my target. By this point, I was peering behind the bookcase to see any evidence of the Raid’s effectiveness, but unfortunately, all I found was dust, which sparked a sudden urge to clean behind the shelf.
At that moment, I completely forgot about my growling stomach. I never made it to the milk and crackers; instead, I returned to my comfortable bed, now wide awake, wondering what I had just encountered. My imagination was the only thing functioning at that hour. Did I dream this? The next morning, I saw evidence of my late-night cleaning session and decided to schedule an eye appointment. I might have even slept with the lights on. Some people have encounters with Bigfoot; I had a spot and an overactive imagination!
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