I got up to get a drink of water one night, and just grabbed the glass I kept on my nightstand. Something about the last swallow tasted bitter, I thought, right before I felt something big and weird and moving in my mouth. Some part of my primative lizardbrain thought “beetle” and I managed to spit it out quickly,…

I was pouring myself a drink of water one day in the kitchen, when something landed on my hand and fell into the sink. It was a white speck of something, I couldn’t tell what right away, and I looked up and the ceiling was... moving. Like “Indy, why does the floor move?” kind of moving. There were hundreds and…