Every night when Mr. Skittles takes the dog out for a walk I ask him to please close the door. He rarely does it on his own without prompting from me. My fear is that an outdoor living creature will make its way inside to live. Tonight one did.
I wasn't doing well when it happened either. I had already taken a Xanax and was waiting for it to kick in. I was sitting at the dining room table working on my latch hook project, too.
Mr. Skittles comes in with dog. Dog starts pawing under the TV cabinet/stand. I mention maybe she's found one of the the dozen or so tennis balls she lost in here. Mr. Skittles gets a flashlight and takes a peek. He tells me to get a small bucket.
That right there told me it wasn't a tennis ball. It told me something from outside had come in. I asked what it was as I backed down the hall.. thinking OMG! It's a mouse or or or a python! (Pthth.. ya never know.)
Mr. Skittles then informed me it was a little froggy. I can deal with a frog. Preferably outside though which is where Mr. Skittles took it and set it free. I hope a marauding python doesn't get it.
It's scares like this that make me think I should check out some insurance quotes. Or just buy new underwear. I almost needed a new pair tonight.