Respecting as I do the wisdom of the ages, I decided one last pit stop before heading out the door was in order. As I walked in, however, I noticed that the bathroom was darker than usual (it’s not well lit to begin with). Thinking that I forgot to turn on the light, I notice that it IS on, only that one of the bulbs is no longer emitting light.
Odd… it seemed fine before and never made a sound when dying like many other bulbs do. I lean in to examine…
… and Spot leaps out from behind the dead bulb, flying directly at my face.
This time I use my squirrel-like reflexes and go for a tiger claw rake to its face. Once again, my hand closes on empty air and Spot as disappeared. Bah! Clever little lad to sabotage the bulb like that…
I finish my business but now I’m seeing Spot out of the corner of one eye, then on the other side – never still enough to get a good look.
I’m beginning to grow paranoid.
Odd… it seemed fine before and never made a sound when dying like many other bulbs do. I lean in to examine…
… and Spot leaps out from behind the dead bulb, flying directly at my face.
This time I use my squirrel-like reflexes and go for a tiger claw rake to its face. Once again, my hand closes on empty air and Spot as disappeared. Bah! Clever little lad to sabotage the bulb like that…
I finish my business but now I’m seeing Spot out of the corner of one eye, then on the other side – never still enough to get a good look.
I’m beginning to grow paranoid.
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