REAL LIFE NIGHT TERRORS:
Its 2 am and our pups are letting us know that it's time to go out. I'm pulling on my old sweatpants and I realize...my man parts are moving..like never before, when the realization hits me. IT AINT NO PUPPY. SOOOO, I launch myself upward about six feet trying to get the sweats off, while connecting with the ceiling fan, then falling off the bed, with this " movement" still...MOVING. I launch myself skyward again, still trying to separate myself from the sweatpants. Still no deal. Finally after a third launch, I'm able to rid myself of the afficked pants, only to find that this "movement" has now attached itself to my neck. The fight is now on. We're still in the dark...fighting. After what feels like an hour, my wife turns on the light only to find Carbon, our daughters ferret clinging to me for dear life.