Probably shouldn't tell you this story as it's going to freak you out...so quit reading now if you don't want to lay in bed thinking about this tonight ; )

About 5 years ago when I still lived at home (and never cleaned my room), I kept waking up every couple of days with a new bite, which I assumed was from a mosquito or a gnat. The bites would look normal for awhile but after a few days they would develop a tiny blister or two, which made me start to think they weren't mosquito bites. One night, I finally figured out what was biting me. In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the feeling of something wet on my upper lip, right below my nostrils. I turned on the light and on the pillow next to me was a giant, smooshed, dead spider. Apparently it had run across my face and tickled me, so in my sleep I rubbed under my nose and smashed it on my face. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night...and cleaned my room spotless the next day.

I HATE spiders.