The ticking noise

Sometimes I wonder how such a small creature can make a grown woman stand on her bed as if it were a raft drifting in the middle of the sea. I sat there stranded on my mattress looking at the bedroom floor in search for that little ticking noise that was driving me nuts. I just knew it was a bug. Even worse I figured it was a roach. Just two days ago I saw one creep from under my desk, wiggle his little antenna, and then scurry back under the desk before I could squish it. He had some nerve showing his face, taunting me, with an attitude that he was somehow quicker and smarter than I. Oh, he held the power to keep me on my toes all right. It was like walking on eggshells every time I came into the room. I was so nervous he would show up again while I was sitting at my desk doing homework. Just this time I was afraid he would land on me. After a couple of days of no show I put that pesky roach out of my mind. Until tonight. I came in to my room and immediately heard a strange ticking noise. I had my sister come check it out, but of course, when she came in the ticking stopped. I knew I wasn't going crazy but maybe it was just the plastic walmart bag crinkling in the corner. But it wouldn't stop. My bed became my only safety as I searched over the endless sea of hardwood to find the source of the noise. I finally found it. It was a bug, I was right, only smaller than a roach and mostly dead. It's ticking made it jump and I threw a flip flop over it. The ticking stopped. It's still there, dead under the flip flop. I just hope the "you know what" under my desk is gone too.