Run like the wind

Yesterday, I was plodding along writing and felt trapped in my room. I decided to break out and get something, anything from the kitchen. I step into the hallway and am confronted by a giant bug. It was as big as Mothra. So, I do what any self-respecting female does in that situation; I scream my bloody head off. So it charges me. I keep kicking it back and it's rearing up at me. Very bad horror movie. I screw up my courage and leap both feet on it, screaming, "die warpig die!" I hear a terribly squishy crunchy sound crackling under my feet.

I was afraid to move. I stood there thinking that the minute I lift my shoes off the behemoth, it'll go for my jugular. The cat stared at me, shook his head and stalked away.