Years back, I had too close an interaction with one. Was morning and I rolled out a bed, put on a shirt from a luggage bag and walked to the kitchen. I felt a needle into my stomach but my first thought was maybe a thread from my waist line. Felt another needle jam and looked down the neck hole of my shirt.
That's when I saw the ugly mf crawling up the shirt side of my inner shirt toward me. I yanked that T off so fast. It was able to scurry under the oven and I never saw it again. Had cramps the entire day and minor bruising shortly after but that was it.
I honestly didn't know what was going to happen. I was house sitting my parents place and they don't live close to a hospital. A quick Google search and I assumed I'd be okay. If it didn't work out that way, well, I was ready for that too.