So I was at Target yesterday when I felt something scratching my foot. I figured it was just a splinter from our wood floor, so I took off my shoe and then turned my sock inside out.
However, instead of a splinter of wood, what should fall out of my shoe but a big, gnarly spider cricket leg! (Spider crickets - which look like small weta - run rampant in our basement, which is particularly unfortunate, as that is where our bedroom happens to be located.)
To top it off, when I turned to look at my shoe...a rather dazed and slowly dying spider cricket was staring back at me.
I'd been wearing my shoes for a little over an hour at that point but somehow managed to stifle my scream.
I've been rigorously shaking out my shoes ever since.