Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I went into the living room, to do what I don't even remember, when I noticed a rather disturbing smear on the floor. Realizing it looked most distinctly like blood, I leaned in for a closer look, I saw also on the floor, an inch-long, fat, squirming THING. Unable to promptly identify it, I began to freak out.

I raced down the hall to Jessi's room, hoping she was still awake to save me from the monstrosity. She wasn't, both her and Jason sprawled out on her bed sleeping peacefully. So I woke her up.

"Jess! You have to help me! There's blood, and a thing!"

She sprang awake since obviously something was wrong and sat up, "What?"

"It's a squirming thing! I need you to come look at it!"

After I barely elaborated, she began to repeat, "I'm tired, I don't want to look at a squirmy thing!" over and over, probably on the verge of a getting-roused-in-the-middle-of-the-night tantrum. But I dragged her out to the living room and pointed it out. After giving it a half-second's glance, she let out a cry of horror, and began to retreat back to her room.

"What should I do? Is it really blood?" I asked. "Should I wake up mom?"

"Yes," was the last I heard from her.

By that time, Jason had arisen and was peering into the living room at the blood and the thing, also making sounds of horror.

I woke up mom, telling her also that there was blood, and a squirmy thing, and that she needed to come look at it. She was, justifiably, pissed, but donned a robe and came out to the living room. I huddled with Jason, not wanting to see the squirming thing, glad that he too thought that it looked wrong and unnatural and gave him the heebie-jeebies.

As mom trekked through the kitchen on the way to the living room, we all spotted another one on the floor, which is about the point my mom told me to shut up, because my moans and shudders were annoying her. Both Jason and I repeatedly ran our hands through our hair or brushed at our arms, feeling like squirmy things were squirming all over.

My mom decided the smear looked like the cats had caught and eaten something, but I began to check the pets for injuries anyway, and she told me to get toilet paper so she could pick the strange bug-things up -- at this point another had been found in the kitchen, which disturbed me to no end, since where there were three, there could be three hundred, scattered all through the house, being soft and squishable, and in my bed.

"What is it?" I demanded.

"I don't know," my mom said calmly.

"Maybe we should wake up dad," I suggested.

She looked at me like I was mad.

She flushed the first two, obviously quite fascinated by them, still telling me to stop making noise. As she went for the last one, I told her I wanted to look at it first. She rolled her eyes, but picked it up and I moved forward to examine it.

It was even more disturbing up close. It had a weird tube mouth that it stuck out when moving, and bloopy body parts, and it seemed to fold its skin over to move. Which it didn't do well. Mom set it on the coffee table, and it blooped around clumsily, making little progress. Its hind end didn't look much different from its (presumably) front end, being rather tapered, only darker. It had no appendages and it seemed like no top or bottom except for the way its mouth pokey thing poked out in front of it and dragged across the surface.

"I'm going to take a picture," I declared, and grabbed the digital camera, and Jason and I "ugh!"ed and "eww!"ed at every photo, which seemed to accentuate its weirdness.

Mom suggested that it had come from the inside of whatever the cats ate, which only served to wig me out more, which was probably her goal.

My dad was informed of the event this morning, when Jess described them as "kind of like a leech, but not, and kind of like a flatworm, but not." They were far too round and squishy looking (though mom said they're hard, when she picked them up, further squicking me) to use anything with the word "flat" in it to describe them. "Or a giant blood clot," Jess added. Mom insists they look mundane, like the larva that eat corn and turn into butterflies. I insist that those have feet.



Evidence found at the scene of the crime.


The smear. All pets have been accounted for. Hopefully they ate all of whatever it was.


Speckles! This is the only photo that came out focused, probably because I was too disturbed to get down close enough with the macro function.


It is a bloop.



I informed mom that soon the aliens will invade, angry that we flushed their offspring.

Jason just rushed in on their way out to declare that there is more evidence of the crime in the front driveway. Body parts. Oooo!

I really do love stuff like this (and it's more fun to share with other sleep-addled easily wigged people, and to get all freaky about it, than to just clean it up oneself). Bwa ha ha!

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