Practically Scared of my own Shadow

I scare easily.  My whole family knows.  They used to follow me around and try to scare me all the time.  It was awful...I got all twitchy and stuff.  Anyway, they've stopped...at least for now.  But it turns out I don't even need my family to scare me.  I don't even need other people at all.  Turns out I just need my own goofy self.

So, here's what happened.  This morning I was going to run our little robot vacuum cleaner so it could do a mediocre job of vacuuming while I was gone.  I found a couple of kitten rattle ball toys on the floor, so I put them on the stool in the bathroom to keep them out of the way, and shut the door.  "Click" the vacuum started, and I left.

Well, eight hours or so later I got home.  I decided to do a little bit of way neglected laundry.  I got a bin, went into the bathroom to check for dirty towels, found one on the stool, picked it up, something rattled.  "A FREAKIN' RATTLESNAKE'S IN HERE!!!!" I thought.  I jumped. I shrieked.  I saw the two little rattle balls.  I felt silly.

Sigh...Halloween came a day early for this wimpy girl (who happens to have slightly cleaner floors now).

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