[Pillow tutorial: Little Birdie Secrets]
Late last night, Matt and I were chatting in bed. The light was still on.
Mid-sentence, Matt grew silent. By the time he spoke again, his tone had changed.
MATT: Close your eyes.
MATT: Don't move.
I felt him reach over me and grab something from the bedside table. A tissue.
My husband then proceeded to KILL THE SPIDER that was inches from my head.
He turned off the light, rolled over, and went to sleep.
And I just lay there, wide awake, convinced that I could feel little creepy crawlers scooting up and down my body. Ugh.