A couple of nights ago, Aaron and I got into a little "tiff", and so to get back at him, I invited another man into my bed.
Meet George
I had put my feet down into the bottom of my bed and felt something sharp. I pulled back the covers and saw him, just gripping onto the sheets for dear life.
I screamed, and did what any cheating lover would do, ran into the bathroom and closed the door and yelled "Get him out GET HIM OUT!"
The strange thing is, I've always had a weird fear of snakes and fish being down at the bottom of my bed next to my feet. George has only intensified this fear and now Aaron and I check for lizards every night before we get into bed.