Tranquilizers, please!

So, it seems that this guy has made me a wee bit jumpy about my bathroom. I usually have to take a quick floor/bathtub/behind-the-toilet scan before I can relax and do my thing. This does not apply when I’m only half-conscious, i.e. anytime before 8AM, and I never turn any lights on until I’ve been awake for at least 15 minutes. I just cannot handle it.

So this morning, as I stumbled out of my bedroom for the morning bathroom event, I walked through the door and realized that I had just passed over something that was the general size and shape of that thing. I swung the door around and it MOVED toward me in a quick threatening burst, like its evil little scampering million legged self. I grabbed the giant tub of bubble bath and beat the crap out of him. And I mean BEAT HIM DEAD because I was really afraid that he was going to crawl up the bubble bath container and administer the kiss of death to my neck.

When I was finally sure that he was dead, I had the bright idea to turn on the light to check.

And boooooooy was it dead! That thing was never going to move again.

That TUFT OF FUR from the cat (it’s shedding season and the air from a door being closed can push along a tuft of fur, you know).

Dork.