My Arm the Snake

I have woken myself up from sound sleep twice in the last two weeks the exact same way. I have been convinced that something was in bed with me that I though was a snake. I sleep on my right arm sometimes. Since I am a largish person when I do that, said appendage loses all blood circulatory action and passes out. When anything passes out it becomes dead weight, life-less and for the purposes of this entry, snake like.
Since I have been in Taiwan I have had run-ins with some of the more Venomous inhabitants, life the Speckled Cobra, Green Tree Viper, or Taiwanese Crate. Also I have noticed that whomever is responsible for hanging doors in this country, always leaves a gap large enough for any serpent to shimmy under. These two factors revolving around the fact the mice and vermin are commonplace sometimes leaves me a little wary of hanging my feet and arms over the edge of my bed.
So last night, I rolled over on top of my dead life-less snake like arm and sublimenally convinced myself that I was in bed with a humungus slithering bed pillow. After succefully Pommel Horsing my mattress and sticking the landing on my desk, I flipped on the light in search of the villian. After a few seconds I realized that the blood was re-sensatizing my right extremities. I put 2 and 2 together to get 5 and went back to sleep, but not before snapping a picture of the illusive beast. Enjoy.

Also...Here is my sweet Pencil box.