My stomach had been hurting for a few days and I thought it was just some digestion problem until a doctor came over for dinner. He casually said that I could have some sort of worm or parasite in my stomach, no big deal. He was so shockingly calm about it saying how his family did a three-day course of some worm-killer every couple of months. Personally, I was freaked out by the thought of worms in my tummy, so I took the medicine and said bye bye to the nasty thing.
But by no means was that the end of my bug trauma. The very next night i couldn't go to sleep so I was stretching, hoping to release some serotonin and my knee hurt more than it should, so I investigated. I removed my comfy sleeping pants and shook them; out fell a big black two-inch-long centipede (or something related). Aghhh the way it slithered back into my pillow with those pincers and legs totally gave me the creepy-crawlies. Completely freaked out at this point, I knew I would never go in that room again as long as it was possible the creep was in there so between itching and rubbing some Anti-bite stuff on my poor knee I spastically shook the bed covers and took apart the mattresses. I was hard-pressed not to scream at the top of my lungs. Finally after a half hour of building up the courage to search through my various bed parts (it was three in the morning by now) I found the little bugger and trapped it under three layers of tupperware and made sure it wasn't going anywhere before sleeping on the couch, still itching. This was three weeks ago and I am probably being melodramatic, but I still haven't gotten over it. Definitely a downfall of India... bugs. Thank God there aren't cockroaches in this house or I would totally lose it.
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