Michael's Box Night

I rolled around restlessly in my cramped box, only the sound of a mosquito's buzzing to keep me company. Hot and itchy underneath the covers of my sleeping bag which only served to protect me from any bugs who may try to crawl onto me. As it soon turned out I wasn't going to be the one with the bug problems. Lying on my back desperately willing my eyes to close. A shrill scream erupted from the box next door. My head shot up. The mosquito stopped buzzing. My sleeping bag flew across my box. As chaos ensued and Ms Hemmingson  rushed across la nuit de faim to the aid of a very petrified Maycon. Together they managed to remove the spider and from then on it was a very peaceful, spider~less night.