I have to tell you that not much scares, or frightens me these days.
At my age, I’ve seen so much stuff, so many “scary” things, that it’s hard to do that anymore.
Until the other day.
I opened the cabinet door under the kitchen sink, and something that looked large enough to be a rat, fell/jumped/sprang, (you choose), onto the floor. I jumped several inches off the ground, (no mean feat), and gave quite the shout. (Really not much more than an “oh”, but with a bit of feeling.) 🫢
Now, as I live on the third floor of a luxury condominium, it hardly seems likely that a spider, ant, cockroach, much less a mouse, or a rat would ever get loose in the apartment. It just doesn’t happen. Let me show you, however, what I saw.
It was a very scary bag of steel wool that had been in a basket on the inside of my cabinet door for about 2 years. Why it decided to jump out of the basket, trying for an escape is completely beyond me.
I’m alive to tell you the silliness of my behavior, never defeated by a silly bag of cleaning fluff.
Until next week meet, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.
Post script: happy 13th birthday to my third granddaughter, Harlow Jean. I pray you have a wonderful day, and many more wonderful birthdays. 🎂