Why You Should Listen To Your Child When They Say There Are Monsters In Their Room.

We've all had those moments as parents where a small voice calls out "There's something under my bed!" But for Redditor Meeped it took a turn for the worse...

I am sitting on my bed reading waiting for my 2 year old to fallasleep when I hear a loud bang from her room. It has a metal ring to it and Iassume that her metal princess water bottle has fallen off the bed onto thewooden floor boards.

Immediately afterwards there are small foot steps and a littlehead pokes around my doorway. "Monsters" is the pronouncement fromthe 2 year old.

"Monsters?"I ask "Yes Monsters" "Where are the Monsters?" "In myroom" "Ok will you show me the Monsters?" "Yes""Ok you show me the Monsters"

Soshe takes my hand and leads me back to her bedroom. It is very dark inside withthe lights out in most of the house but I have good night vision and can seejust enough to sense where her bed is and not walk into it.

"So where arethe Monsters?" I ask "You show them to me" "There" sheresponds as she points, standing at the head of her bed. But its too dark, Ican't see where she is pointing. There is a pair of French doors at the head ofthe bed.

"Are the Monsters outside the doors?" I ask. "Monstersthere" she points again. I get the sense she is pointing down at theground. There is faint glint on the ground. It is her metal princesswaterbottle.

Ibend over to pick up the water bottle and my fingers brush against something onthe ground. I pick it up and feel it. It is one of her hair clips.

Itell her to get into bed and walk back out of the room with the hair clip in myhand. I walk back towards the bathroom so I can put the hair clip away. Halfwayto the bathroom, the hairclip moves in my hand. I instinctively clench a littletighter and the hairclip squirms.

I look down and realize with mounting horror that I am holding an large upside down cockroach in my hand. And it is slowly coming out of its stupor. I run to the toilet, fling it in and flush. Then run to the basin and wash my hand with disinfectant soap.

I then rush back to the bedroom, haul the 2 year old who is now half asleep out of bed and make her wash her hands with disinfectant soap as well because I have realized exactly what has happened.

There has been a cockroach in the room and she has, in the complete and utter darkness, silently hunted it down and nailed it with her metal princess water bottle first shot. She has then come to get me and show it to me. She doesn't have the language skills to explain cockroach to me - she has probably never seen one before - so she has called it a Monster.

I am so very proud of her.

I am also calling pest control tomorrow.

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