Don't Let the Night Time Bugs Bite

Last night I was being a good little girl, laying in my bed and trying to go to sleep, like my Mommy and all of a sudden I see something moving on the floor.  I've never claimed bravery, so I get out of my bed and start heading out of the bedroom.  All of a sudden I hear my Mommy say my name and telling me to come back in the bedroom.  I came back in, like a dutiful little doggy, and started smelling over by the chair.  By this time, my Mommy is up and she sees IT........a medium sized bug crawling on the floor.  She didn't have anything at the time to kill it, so she hurried out to the kitchen, with me behind her (I wasn't going to stay in that bedroom alone with a bug) so she could get the fly swatter and some paper towels to pick it up after it's demise.  We hurry back into the bedroom and there it was, ready to scamper under the bed.  She smacked it, but didn't get it.  I looked at her as if to say "What the #%!@ is that thing?"  I was wondering if I should be scared she might smack me with it.  Anyway, we waited...Mommy sitting in the chair, I in my bed.  Mommy decided to get the flashlight out and was going to get down on the floor to look under the bed when she suddenly saw it over by her dresser.  As I watched, she went over there and smacked the heck out of it and then picked it up with a paper towel and dumped it in the garbage.  She doesn't know what kind of bug it was, but at least it's gone and I more-or-less stuck by her side. She told me I was a good girl and relatively brave.  She then went back to bed and guess what?  I jumped up on the bed and laid as close to her as I could.  When I finally felt a little better, I got back into my own bed, but Mommy did comfort me and showed me that we always have to try and be brave.