Bahahahahaha...I had a buddy that found a snake in his bed one winter. It was around this time of year now that I think of it. You know you'll be checking.
If you are cold, they are cold. Bring them inside. A friend of mine sitting by a stove which was the only warmth in a freezing cabin was visited by a mouse which was cold enough and desperate enough to climb up inside his pants leg and nestle under his kneecap.
At our grandparents' farm--an eerie place Stephen King would have loved--my sister was crossing in front of the refrigerator when a rat ran across her bare foot. She freaked because she could feel all its little claws! About nine years later she freaked again when she was making a fruit salad for our other sister's wedding, cut open a peach or nectarine, and the pit was hollow and an earwig crawled out! She hates crawly things worse than anything so she is always the one when a bird or a bat is around it dive bombs her head.
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