I stepped into the stream of warm water and pulled the glass doors behind me together. Eyes closed I relished the thought of being clean again. Opening my eyes I was reminded that not only had it been a very long time since I’d cleaned the bathroom but in fact, I wasn’t at all sure I ever had cleaned the inside of the shower. Evidently, it did not clean itself.
All at once, I was violently pulled out of my reverie by the sight of a monster, too close to my skin, to my face. Its tan and black wings fluttered as quickly as the heart in my chest and I was filled with a feral fear. Instinctively I jerked backwards and felt a shock as my warmed skin pressed against the unexpectedly cold tiles. My brain fired out short thoughts, like bullets to break through the thick mist of panic. Wings! Water! It struggles!
I grabbed the showerhead and directed it towards the moth (Yes, that’s right folks, a moth no bigger than my thumb was the cause for this excitement). I watched with only a tiny pang of guilt as it flailed desperately. I watched it flutter further and further down until just as I thought it would fall into the pooling water at my feet, it ducked beneath the glass to safety.
Alone, at last, I felt my pulse begin to slow and warily resumed the remainder of my not so tranquil shower. Maybe I’ll clean it tomorrow instead?
Get some daily shower spray!
I meant punaise. They are loud.
In tomorrow’s episode find out what I found in my towel.