I tried to be a good girl and go to bed at a reasonable hour last night.

No such luck. I turned my lights out at 12:30, but couldn't manage to get to sleep. Finally, after about an hour, I turned my bedside lamp back on and pulled my book back out. No point in just laying there if I wasn't gonna sleep, right? Well, I'd been reading for about 5 minutes when a huge bug appeared on the page in front of me. Under my very nose, as it were. Scared me to death, and there was a significant amount of flailing around, but the bug went away. I knew it was still out there, but I couldn't find it. No more than 5 minutes later, it happened again! This time, actually, I got to see it land, rather than just appear. This would have made it rather less startling, except that it was the kind of fine detail I was at that moment incapable of appreciating. More flailing (and perhaps a shriek or two) ensued. I snatched my book away, and the bug landed on my bed underneath where the book had been. (It was at this point that I realized it had likely been drawn to the only light in the room. Again, however, this knowledge didn't affect my demeanor much.) I was about to wreak vengeance on this creature that had scared me so badly (really, as if massive shots of adrenaline are what a person with insomnia needs) when it departed. Once again, I had lost it. Trying to be optimistic about the likelihood of it dying of its own accord before it could come back, I returned to reading. A few minutes later, I went to turn a page, and the pages on the left came up a bit, only to reveal this bug in between them! I had the presence of mind, this time, to not jerk the book away. I stealthily reached over to my nightstand for some kleenex and declared (with all the sense of fair play in the world) my intention to kill the wretched thing. Careful to not get bug guts on my book, I smooshed it from both sides. Finally, I could read in peace. 

Oh, and if you were wondering, I wasn't able to sleep until 3.