I have mentioned before how much I love the smell of sheets that have dried out on my clothesline. It is near the top of my frugal luxury list. Well, at least it was until Saturday night.
I noticed when I pulled the sheets off the line Saturday afternoon that the top sheet was draping down and touching the grass but didn't give it a second thought. I should have. In the middle of the night I was woken up by this intense itching on my big toe. Think of the itch factor from 20 mosquitoes concentrated into one bite and you will have a good idea of what it was like.
It kept me awake for over an hour, and while I scratched (and scratched and scratched) visions of those sheets touching the grass under my clothesline came to mind, quickly followed by visions of some of our resident arachnids.
My first instinct was to turn on the light, throw back the covers, and do a search. I wasn't sure this was going to be greeted with enthusiasm by Jay, so I refrained. The next day I did pull back the bedding and had a close inspection. I thought the worst thing that could happen would be to find a black widow or hobo spider residing between the sheets, but I was wrong. I have now come to the conclusion there was an even worse outcome. Finding nothing. Because that means that whatever got me is still there...