Sthronds
<font color=blue>I can't make pancakes. It's just
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I am a grown woman, in my 30's and I just had to call my dad because I heard scratching coming from behind the computer desk. Lovely man that he was, he came over armed with a flashlight. It's 9:30 pm and I know he was about ready to go to bed, but he came to my house to protect me from whatever creepy crawly was doing the scratching. My thoughts were mouse or lizard. Either one would be bad, but manageable. The worst case scenario would be a snake or a frog.
And the worst, worst case would be shark, but that seemed highly unlikely. Anyway, after moving the printer and a little manipulation, it turns out to be a bug. It was a really big beetle, but it was still just a bug. I could have handled a bug. So, the bug was flushed, my dad went home (left his flashlight behind) and I sit hear thinking that I am the biggest wimp I know. What a night. I'm going to bed. 
And the worst, worst case would be shark, but that seemed highly unlikely. Anyway, after moving the printer and a little manipulation, it turns out to be a bug. It was a really big beetle, but it was still just a bug. I could have handled a bug. So, the bug was flushed, my dad went home (left his flashlight behind) and I sit hear thinking that I am the biggest wimp I know. What a night. I'm going to bed. 
At least it was your dad and not someone who might be irritated with you (and MOCK you over this incident forever more!)
Boy do I love my daddy.
I had a very similar situation happen to me about five years ago when my DS and I were living in a small 1 bedroom Condo complex. One night I was sitting on the sofa watching
TV and I kept hearing a scratching noise coming from across the room so I muted the TV, listened, got up and followed the sound to the wall above the TV where I had some pictures hanging. The sound was coming from one picture particularly that was old with the paper backing. I was terrified
because I new something was in there so I got a paper bag and dropped the picture in it and sure enough a big ole icky cockroach was what was making all the noise. YUK!!!!
Didn't want to risk that it was setting up house in there. Ewwww...... 
My dad died when I was only 19 but I'm sure he would have done the same thing. That's what dads are for after all! 


I just love him so. I may be 38 years old but he is the one who I can tell everything to and will always be there for me.