One night at about 3am my wife was getting up from
the toilet to return to bed when she heard a little noise.
It was a suspiciously rodent like sound that seemed to
be right in the bathroom with her.
She, of course, froze and listened attentively for any
further sign of invaders. After a moment, satisfied
that she was alone, she took a step for the door.
Rodent scratchy sounds again! She froze, not breathing.
Silence. Her heart beat fast as she once again tried
to retreat from the bathroom.
This time the noise was accompanied by something
touching the back of her leg!
That was, of course,
too much to bear. She literally flew the 8 feet to
the bed, clearing the foot board by a couple feet,
to land screaming by my side.
The culprit was right there in plain sight, a trail of toilet
paper neatly marked the path from bed to the bathroom.
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