bugs

so i was in my kitchen in the house i grew up in and im already in a state of fear because this huge bug got into my body though a cut in my arm. right in the joint of my elbow where they usually take blood. almost as if i were a heroin addict and it got through the tracks in my arm. all of the sudden it pokes its head out and i grab it to pull it out. i am having a tough time and it reminds me of de-bearding muscles. if you have ever done this you have to fight with the muscle to get it out, and you almost feel victorious over the muscle, that you could get it's beard out. well at least for me. anyways, i get the bug out, and i start to smash it on the table over and over into a buch of small pieces. well of course they turn into a bunch more small bugs. now i have about fifty of these things comming at me, and only me, no one else in the room, crawling all over looking for cuts on me and climbing into the cuts. it was so gross, but i finally came to realization that the only way to get rid of them was lead them to someone else. the only other person in the room was my mom, and i wasnt going to put her in this situation, so i gave up and learned to live with the bugs.