I was lying in my bed one night, reading like I normally do. The small lamp next to my bed was on, casting pale, warm light on everything. My blankets were warm, my pillow was soft, and I was reading a great book in my favorite flannel pajamas. I felt a little tickle on my arm, so I looked up from my book to brush it away. It was at that moment that I realized what it was that I felt on my arm. It wasn't just a little itch.
Eight little eyes looked up at me, watching my nose wrinkle in disgust. It was hideous. It would not have been so ugly, had it eight legs. This one only had six, and four of those legs were deformed-looking. Its two front legs were different in length, one longer than the other by a relatively large amount. Its middle legs were even in length, and its back legs were like the front ones; uneven.
Altogether it was gross and unnerving, this little black mutant. I watched it creep away from me, down the bedspread, and I slid out of my bed and returned quickly with a nap