One night at about 3am my wife was getting up from
the toilet to return to bed when she heard a little noise.
It was a suspiciously rodent like sound that seemed to
be right in the bathroom with her.
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She, of course, froze and listened attentively for any
further sign of invaders. After a moment, satisfied
that she was alone, she took a step for the door.
Rodent scratchy sounds again! She froze, not breathing.
Silence. Her heart beat fast as she once again tried
to retreat from the bathroom.
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This time the noise was accompanied by something
touching the back of her leg! That was, of course,
too much to bear. She literally flew the 8 feet to
the bed, clearing the foot board by a couple feet,
to land screaming by my side.
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The culprit was right there in plain sight, a trail of toilet
paper neatly marked the path from bed to the bathroom.
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