My entire 300+ species bug collection escaped. (warning, there’s bugs)

I sleep nude and with earplugs in, I didn’t wake up when the display rack crashed down.

I only awoke when they crawled up the blanket and onto my exposed flesh.

Flies whizzed around my eyes, darting into their corners for a quick taste.

Spiders scuttled between my fingers and toes.

Centipedes in my hair writhed as their multitudes of legs and venomous mandibles became tangled.

Stinging insects hovered in a cloud over my chest, angry and infighting they would sting at a moments notice.

An army of bloodsuckers dug their proboscises into my veins.

Slimy multitudes inched their way across my body, pores clogging with sticky goop. They worked into my nose and ears and piled into my mouth, across my gums and teeth, under my tongue, scraping towards the back of my throat.

Larger, more exotic ones moved across me with steps big enough to feel each individual foot press against my bare flesh.

When I opened my eyes I was greeted with my rare, 5 inch long, Devil's Flower Mantis staring down at me from its perch on the tip of my nose.

My body shook. I let out a gasp, then a whimper, then a cry.

Then finally, a moan.

I rocked my hips back as my body erupted in orgasm, spraying an unlucky mayfly clean out of the air.

“God I love bugs.” I said, adjusting my glasses and wiping the drool from my lips.

“This is exactly what I got that entomology degree for.”