Yesterday morning, during my regularly scheduled a.m. activities, I was in the potty palace making the required, daily use of the facilities. My shower was to immediately follow and I was dressed (or undressed rather) accordingly.
I'll give ya'll a moment to get that mental image engraved permanently upon your grey matter.
As I sat there, pondering such earth shattering issues as, "did I ever take the load of granny panties and over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders out of the wash and put them in the dryer last night?" and "are my toenails supposed to be that color?" I sort of zoned out. I do that sometimes and totally lose track of time, especially in the early morning hours.
I only sorta noticed the rustling noise coming from the small space between the toilet and the bathtub. I didn't move, I just continued to ponder the shade of my toenails. It wasn't until the furry little woodland creature (it sounds much nicer than rat, doesn't it?) came running out from his hiding place that I lost interest in my toes.
He scurried across the floor and made a run for it under the bathroom door. I don't know where he went after that.
Now... I'm not like Lulu. She sees a field mouse from ten feet away and she begins to feel faint. If she sees one in her house, her blood curdling screams can be heard for days, echoing off the sloping mountainsides. I'm not really that freaked out by rodents.
But when you're naked and sitting upon the throne of bodily purging, an invasion of any kind is unwelcome.
In those few seconds that the little rat ran dangerously close to my toes, I turned, still seated and attempted to put my feet on the edge of the bathtub, which is beside the toilet, pulling something in my back. I missed the tub with my right foot, slamming it on the floor.
It's still sore. I will not be seeking medical attention, I can't bear the giggling. And....
It's a really good thing I was on the toilet at the time...
Happy Humpday ya'll. Hump it real good.
4 comments:
Not funny but yet, well funny as all get out. A visual I can really picture -on the big wide screen in my head. Reminds me too of the night this summer when my daughter was using the computer, reached out for the mouse to click something or other and when she happened to glance down toward the desk, there, right below the monitor were a pair of beady little eyes watching her. As she screamed, the other mouse went scurrying back from whatever hole he had come from. After that, the SIL placed numerous mouse traps around the house. (Still didn't convince him though to be much more cautious about leaving the darned cellar door open to the outside world though. Numbskull!)
rrrrat? rrrreally?
You are one cool kitty, you are. Of course, being otherwise occupado might have had something to do with it.
Ah, life in the country.
Get yourself a can of "really Good Stuff" and start looking for hole to plug in your home. That stuff rawks!
The site of unexpected furry rodent could increase the speed of the purge at the moment. I am glad I was not there. Of course the ofender ran into the house, to become the object of the attention of the various four legged carinvors. Not a wise thing for a rodent to do.
DG
I'd wrench my back over a spider for sure - but a little field mouse? I'm starting to feel an affinity for them since my hair is starting to match theirs! Field mouse gray!
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