There it is again. That slithering sound that always comes in the dead of night. The floor is frigid under your feet and, shivering, you pull on your fuzzy socks.
In the dark kitchen, you paw through drawers, looking for…what? A spatula? Tongs? It’s probably nothing, anyway. Armed with kitchen utensils, you make your way down the stairs, past the squatty-potty, and all is silent as you extend the spatula to draw back the shower curtain…
Relax. After the screaming stops and you are one of us, you will find it’s really so much better down here in the dark.