My heart jumped. Not chicken eggs, of course—these were tiny. And something about the way they sat there, like they’d been placed with intention, gave me the creeps. My very first thought was insect eggs. And not just any insect—something invasive, something uninvited.
I jumped out of bed. I didn’t touch them. I didn’t even want to be in the same room with them. What kind of insect lays eggs on a person’s bed?
Turning Panic Into Action
