7-8-09...And There Were Two
When I get up in the night to go to the bathroom I'm usually half asleep. In fact I'm convinced that I go with my eyes closed kinda like semi sleep walking. I can prove that by the many times I have had knots on my head from running in to the Bathroom door. YEP!
I got up a few days ago and stumbled in to the bathroom and somehow got on the pot right.. The trash can is sitting right by the comode and has a lid on it. I had re potted some of my house plants that day which was quiet an experience.
Well this night as I sat there in my semi coma state I kept hearing something. Thump, thump, thump. Well I thought I must be hearing something so I just finished my business. After the paper work was done I turned to lift the lid on the trash can and heard the Thump Thump again. Sounded like it was behind the trash can so I looked. Nothing there. I started to raise the lid again and this time heard thump and saw that the lid on the trash can was moving. Now heck fire this was getting spooky. I know I didn't just imagine the lid was moving every time I heard the thump. Anyway being still half asleep I just went ahead and lifted the lid to dispose of my paper. There is a night light in the bathroom so I hadn't turned on the ceiling light. As I peered in to the trash can something hit right on top of my head. Now I was fully awake and startled. I could feel something moving on my head and I didn't like it one bit. I jumped up from the pot and was pulling up my drawers when something slid right on down my face. It felt cold and I reached up to swipe it out of my face and it landed on my bare feet. I did the watusi over to the light switch and turned it on. There right between my feet was a slimy old frog looking up at me with those bug eyes. Well let me tell you I came unglued. I put the seat down on the pot and got up there fast. There I stood screechin' and screamin' to the top of my lungs.
Now Don can't hear hisself fart when he goes to sleep at night so he just slept on. Couldn't have woke him with a bomb. I was Trapped as sure as shootin'. Wasn't about to get down and go out of that bathroom. Heck fire no. I knew Don would get up sooner or later for a trip to the bathroom so I just waited.
That durned old frog was not moving much but now and then he would jump over a little way which just terrified me. I was just sure it was gonna' jump up there with me.
After what seemed like hours I heard Don coming. Well it's about time I thought. He opened the door and there I stood on the pot. That startled him and he backed up a little then said "What r ya doin' up there"? Just shut up and get that durn frog outta here was my answer. He was aggravated but he caught it and was going to put it in the trash can. "NO" I slapped his hand and the frog peed on him. He was madder'n'a old wet hen. I told him to take it outside and he balked. I finally convinced him that it would get out of the trash again. He grumbled all the way to the door but I followed him to make sure it was put outside.
Oh My Gosh!!! It took me forever to go back to sleep. I could still feel that thing in my hair for a long time. In case you are wondering how the frog got in my trash in the first place. Believe it or not I put it there. Yep! Sure nuff did! You can read about how that came to be in my blog called A SACK OF DIRT just in case you are curious.
