Creepy Crawlers & Church

As if being in a church, ALONE, at 10:30 pm isn't scary enough,

I have to encounter this SOB:

Yes sirree', that is one of those bugs with the million legs that are quicker than Amy Whinehouse checking out of rehab. Pretty fast! If you are asking, "Why was she in church, by herself, at 10:30 pm" I was printing off the bulletin. I usually do it on Saturday afternoons, but Nate has a band to record ALL DAY on Saturday & this was my only time to go. I've had to go at night before. It's definitely not my favorite.


I no longer go in the sanctuary if it is dark. So if something needs to be put in there for Sunday, it's just gonna have to wait. I seriously think I had a mini panic attack a while back. I went up the back stairwell to enter the sanctuary. It was late at night. I made a mistake & thought there were lights where I ended up. Their weren't. So I had to walk all the way down an aisle in the pitch black. I was guiding myself down the wall & all I could hear was my breathing. I felt like Jodie Foster in The Silence Of The Lambs. You know, the part where it is black & she is trying to find Bill in that house? You could hear her breathing. I was just waiting to hear, "Why, Hello Clarisse."


This was the bug after I put it out of it's misery. I swear, it looked at me like, "I'm going to eat your face off, Shannon. I know how much you hate bugs." Oh, and I didn't clean up the smashed mess. There were no paper towels around & there was no way I was gonna traipse through the church to find them. I got the heck out of dodge!