What the hell is thatI was cleaning last weekend when I noticed something strange. Something was clinging to the back of my headboard. Something dark. Since my vision isn't what it used to be, I couldn't quite make out what it was. I definetly didn't want to get as close to it as I would have had to get in order to see for sure what it was. What if it was something with pointy little teeth that wanted to bite me?? I didn't want to be eye to eye with something with pointy little teeth that wanted to bite me.Maybe it's a bat. Could it be a bat? I couldn't be sure so I did what anyone who doesn't want to be bitten by something with pointy little teeth and the possibility of flight would do. I poked it. I poked it with that vacuum crevice attachment thingy. And it moved. Ack.Okay, so it moved. Big deal. Lots of things move. Is it breathing? Can't be sure. It might be breathing. Yes, I definetly think it's breathing. Too far away from the side of the bed to tell now. Let's shine a light back there. Yes. Turn on the lamp with the goose neck and peek over the top of the headboard. Still can't see anything but a dark shape that may or may not be breathing with pointy little teeth.I get brave and stretch as far as my stumpy little arms will let me and shove that attachment thingy behind the headboard again. I pull out the dark, possibly breathingthing and fling it in the air, squeeling a little. Shut up. You would have to.And a black stocking comes floating down and lands at my feet. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I spent fifteen minutes of my life fearing a nylon, lace topped, thigh high stocking. Blah. posted by Beth 9:17 PM . . .
