Well Pakled, when I was very young (about 11 or 12) and went off to camp in the Bear Mountain area of New York near West Point, we slept in barracks. One night when we got in, all tired from funning, playing and swimming, after a cold shower, we went off to sleep. They were bunk beds and I had a lower bunk. When I plopped down on my bed, I turned my face around on the pillow only to see Mr. Paterus face first. It seemed like a giant from that close, let me tell you! But in actuality, it measured about 1 - 2 inches from leg end to leg end. But it was enough to scare the crap out of me! Instinctively I grabbed the pillow and tossed it into the middle of the barracks and everyone came crashing down on it to squash it (about 25 guys). That pillow stood there until the next day when they came to cleanup.