I heard Sydney get up this AM and do her usual knock on the front door to be let out. I tried to pretend I didn’t hear. She did her knock again..blah.. I cracked an eye lid open to look at the clock..3:34 AM.. frickin 🐶 dog.. bladder the size of a pea. I crawl out of bed and drag my still half sleeping body to the door. She is sitting at the door crossed legged, like come on woman move it.. I open the door and a rush of cold air hits me.. I cuss a little on how I despise winter. I lean down to grab her chain. My half opened eyes focused on an object on the the step. My body froze. My brain freaked out sending an alarm through body. “Bug.. big frickin bug..stop bending over retreat.BUG.. BIG f’in 🐛 bug”. I stopped, the dog ran into my legs and I let out a little “ahh”..Common sense tried to ration with my brain, “too cold out for bugs especially for that big”. My brain was having nothing to do with common sense. I opened my eyes a little bigger, and cleaned the sleep out.. the dog still trying to get past me. Finally my focus became clear. I little piece of my pine wreath had come off in the wind and was laying there perfectly on the step, impersonating….a bug..I grabbed the chain that laid beside it and Sydney bounced outside to finally go..I shut the door 🚪 and tried to get my heart calmed down.. now fully awake, I let her back in and crawled back to bed..I laid there thinking of my latest ordeal and busted up laughing.. I am glad it wasn’t during the day..😂