~Submitted by Chelsi I had just started my first job about a month ago and had to through the trouble of setting up a bank account and all of that stuff. I currently wasn't driving because frankly it seemed like more of a pain than anything. A few days after I received my bank card I needed money. Or more recently a ride to the ATM. I was all ready for bed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts when I remembered that I needed money for the next day. Keep in mind it was the middle of winter.

Pictured: A cat who isn't excited about being in the cold either. Via: Flickr, Tscherno

One of my aunts I lived with (long story) grudgingly got up to give me a ride also in shorts and t-shirt. Before we left she made me go out and start up the Jeep. I set it up on defrost, fast blowing air and all. A little while later we head back out the door. I'm the first one in the Jeep. Normal routine, or so I think. I get in, close my door, but before I can get my seatbelt on I feel it. Something crawling up my leg. Without thinking I'm slapping and brushing off my leg until I'm sure I'm in the clear. By that time my aunt is in the car. "What is it?" She asks me looking at me, not for the first time mind you, like I'm crazy. "Nothing," I tell her. I've had plenty of false alarms thinking something is crawling on me and there isn't. Each time ending with my chicken self being laughed at. This was not going to be one of those times. She just gives me a weird look and buckles her seat belt. She had just put the jeep in reverse when she slams on the brake and starts slapping and brushing off her own leg. Thinking this is some weird coincidence I ask her what wrong. "It feels like there's something crawling up my leg!" She pops on the overhead light and searches for the thing. "You felt it too?" There's no way. She saw me doing it and now she's trying to be funny. She nods. Commence the feeling of several things crawling on our legs. We're wiping and slapping not coming up with any bugs. Suddenly she starts busting a gut from laughing. "What?" I ask her, not finding this remotely funny. I hate hate hate creepy crawly things. "It's the air blowing our leg hairs!" Suddenly I'm laughing with her. Of course. It's winter! We don't shave in winter! Why should we? We wear pants all the time. Now whenever I feel something crawling on me, I blame it on the leg hairs to watch people's weird reactions.