Summer before last I was innocently brushing my teeth when this CENTIPEDE egressed our sink drain.

I died. I mean I killed it and just kinda flipped out.

Then, a couple of weeks later at stu's house, we were up late reading his Gunslinger comic when we noticed there was a spider on the ceiling @_@

and then later, more spiders. They didn't stop coming out until we smashed one and left it as a dread omen to their species.

then a few days ago, a BEETLE crawled out of my sink. I killed it too.

THEN saturday morning, I woke up at 5am, took a drink of my water because I was so thirsty, and SOMETHING hit my lips. I freaked out. Looked at it, and thought 'omg, a toad.'
I spat the water out (had been keeping it the entire time) and dumped the cup's contents out on the back porch steps. rinsed my mouth, got a new cup, went to bed a little worried, wished I could breathe through my nose so nothing would crawl into my warm moist mouth whilst asleep.

well I got up saturday morning, checked for toads in my cup and quenched my thirst. Then I decided I had to come to terms with my nighttime happenings. Was the toad dead? It hadn't moved in my cup. Had my dog drug it off?

I looked on the step and it was one of my scrunchies, still damp.