Everybody has some little creepy crawly that scares the shit out of them. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. For me it's cockroaches. One crawled across my mouth once when I was drifting asleep in bed in a small studio basement apt. in Philly. I screamed like a possessed little girl. Then ran to turn the lights on, grab a shoe and look for that little cocksucker. Found it, stunned it with a slap of the shoe. Stabbed it with a dirty fork from the sink and brought it outside. Burned every limb one at a time with my lighter. Still was alive(barely) by the time I got to the main body.(I could see some of his stubby nubs twitching a little) Anyway, good times. Don't worry bro, you're normal.