Consistently Startled to Death

Its Saturday night and to be completely honest I didn't expect to be posting anything on my blog but I am sure many will enjoy this one. Before going to sleep my first night, I was laying in bed, probably facebook stalking, don't remember, when I feel something tickling my arm. Naturally, my first thought, is one of my stray Colombian hairs is probably just resting on my arm. So I looked over my shoulder and was very mistaken. Instead I found myself face to face with a giant cockroach. After screaming, throwing my laptop into the air, I stood standing in the middle of my bed, half in tears and half laughing hysterically. I stood there for a while unsure of what do, then I spotted it on the edge of my bed, and had another fit. It was only until I saw it walking over my open suitcase, that I decided to run out of the room. Luckily, the younger brother was up and I was able to somehow, between gasps, in spanglish, convey that he needed to kill a bug for me.


Night #2: So this literally just happened. Jossy, the younger brother, and I were talking and the incident from the night before came up. He thought it was very comical and mentioned that the only insects he is really afraid of are these monster tarantulas, found in the more tropical areas of Costa Rica. I agreed that encountering one of those would just suck. He asked if I was afraid of spiders, but to be honest I never have been. 100 percent of the time, I am the person in the room who isn't freaking out and I am able to take the spider outside. Anyhow, I said good night and went into my room. As I am changing out of my jeans I see a mid-sized hairy black spider run over my bed. I think my heart is still pounding, but all I know is I started screaming for help and attempted to climb up onto the walls? Jossy came to my rescue again, but literally at this point, I sleep in a giant sweater, fetal position in the dead center of my already tiny twin bed, with the lights on and a flip flop next to my head. Not sure how sustainable my sleeping pattern is? but tomorrow is Sunday. That is supposed to make me feel better but what IS happening on Sunday? I'll let you know.