I thought I felt something sort of crawl on my back but I assumed I was overthinking it. Usually once you think something is crawling on you, the feeling stays for a while. But then I felt it... a little prick or bite or something along those lines. I felt around in the back of my shirt and felt nothing so again, I just thought it was all in my head.
A minute or two later I swore I felt something crawling on my back. I knew there had to be something. This couldn't have just been my mind this time. More crawling then two more little bites or pricks. I flung my blankets to the side, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and peeled off my shirt in probably 10 seconds flat. I shook my shirt and there it was on the floor. A pincher bug.
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Pincher Bugs, Earwigs.. no matter what term you use, I hate them. Maybe hate isn't the right word. Loathe. Despise. Detest. Any of those will do. It was creepy and gross and just thinking about it again gives me the heebie jeebies.