If sharing that I found a tick crawling in our bed last spring doesn't make you not want to sleep at my house then this probably will.
The other night I was nursing Addilyn in the middle of the night and thought I felt something crawling on my side. I told Chris I thought there was a bug in our bed to which he was no real help at all and I couldn't see one so I thought I was just feeling things.
While same thing happened the next night, but I was convinced something was crawling on me. I swatted at my side, while feeding Addilyn and saw an earwig crawling in our bed. I somewhat panicked, trying to get it off our bed. I put Addilyn down, mid feeding to which she started crying and I started leaking milk, all while frantically looking for the earwig. I couldn't find it so I finished feeding her, put her back down and had to use the light of my phone until I finally found it.
Needless to say I was grossed out and had a hard time falling back to sleep. So please come stay at my house. Ticks, earwigs, and a crying baby in the middle of the night. And if you're really lucky there will be a torn, eaten up diaper from Molly laying around the house too. Sounds quite inviting don't you think?