Once bitten twice shy

I have not been sleeping well lately. Two days ago I woke up at 4:00 am. My big toe was excruciatingly painful. It was burning, and throbbing. I had never felt anything like it. Jeff woke up as I ran downstairs yelping in pain. I took an aspirin and inspected the "damage". Nothing, there appeared to be nothing wrong. Then it dawned on me, that maybe I had been stung by a scorpion. I showed my bleary eyed husband the toe. He claimed that it was just an ingrown toenail. What? He insisted that is what it was and I was too tired to question him too much, but the pain! I finally fell asleep. In the morning, I called my mom and told her about it. It was no longer hurting, so I knew that it was certainly no ingrown toenail. She confirmed my suspicion that it was perhaps a scorpion. I ran upstairs, wrestled the sheets off the bed. I shoved the mattress to the right a little..."say hello to my little friend!" I flushed the bastard into the toilet and shook out all of the sheets.

I still can't get comfortable in my bed. I keep thinking another guy is going to strike. Next time Jeff is writhing in pain I will insist that it is an ingrown toenail!