I had a moment the other day.
You know...a moment. Sudden panic. Adrenaline rushing. Fight or flight. That kind of moment.
It was early. 5:30 or so. I woke up, stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and there it was.
A Big Dark Thing on the floor.
Eek. Panic! What to do, what to do? It was between me and my toothbrush.
In my defense, I did mention it was early, right?