Ready for my nightly bath before bed, I turned the bathroom light on, located in the hall to left of the bathroom door. Something dark lay on the floor inside the threshold. WHAT IS THAT? It is too small to be a mouse. Is it a bug? Yes, it’s got to be some kind of bug, maybe more than one, due to its size. I was skeeved out.
Backing up, I called for my husband to “Please come up here.”
As he started up the stairs, I assured him I was okay. “There is something scary on the floor,” I explained.
When he reached the second or third step from the top, he said, “Oh.” He had already spotted the creepy crawler that was not crawling, but was most definitely creepy.
“What the hell does that mean?,” I screeched. He had already walked past me and was now bent over it to get a closer look. Only he wasn’t looking, he was picking it up.
“What is it?,” I questioned in a frantic hush.
“It’s the Velcro strap we use to tie Piper’s shower hose together when we hang it on the (inside of the) closet door.”
I knew that Piper had had his weekly shower that morning, yet it never occurred to me that that was what was on the floor. “I’m sorry,” I sheepishly offered Mister Rain. “I had no idea what that could be other than a bug.”
Seven days later, on the following Wednesday evening, I once again went into the bathroom to take my bath. Needing a new bar of soap, I put my left hand on the bathroom closet doorknob. There was something fuzzy on it. I snatched my hand away. WHAT IS THAT?
Grabbing my washcloth off the towel bar, crumpling it up so that one end was a thick pad, I brushed at the doorknob. It only took one direct hit for “it” to land on the floor a few feet from my feet.
My heart was pounding; I was on high alert waiting for “it” to start moving – slithering? – toward me. Trying to come up with a quick exit strategy, I realized I was trapped inside the bathroom. “It” lay between me and the hallway, aka safety.
Keeping my eyes on “it,” I bent down to lay the washcloth on the side of the tub. That is when an all-encompassing Deja vu came over me.
“It” was the Velcro strap.
Again.
My husband must have wrapped the it around the doorknob when he got Piper’s hose out to set up for his shower.
It is times like these that I wonder what message the universe is sending me:
Be aware of your surroundings, even in your own home.
Maintain an elevated level of vigilance at all times, even in your own home.
Don’t ever back yourself into a room, even in your own home.
Or simply:
Skip your bath on Wednesday nights.
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