That's what 911 is for
I had a conversation recently with a friend about my fear of fire. Really, I have a fear of many, many things but it was amusing to tell her how, in case of fire, don't look to me to save the day. Something happens inside my brain that sends me running around in circles, waving my hands in the air and screaming "FIRE!" That's about all I'm good for.
Her response: Well, at least now I know who not to call in an emergency! You're no good!
I thought about that later and thought, "No way! I'd be great in any other type of emergency."
Uh-huh.
Today, I'm in the bathroom brushing my tooth when I feel something poke at my toes from under the door. And I screamed! And I jumped up on the sink!
Why? Well, obviously there was a HUGE man-eating spider on the other side of the door, trying to get it's nasty fangs under the crack!
I was so terrified, truly. And then, my poor little kitty started crying and I thought, "Oh God! It's got Priscilla!" So, summoning all the courage I had - and believe me, I had to dig deep for it - I slowly lowered myself from the sink and crouched down at the door. I peered under and saw nothing.
"It must but crawling up the wall or on the ceiling!"
I took two or three deep breaths, steeled myself and opened the door ever so slightly to peek out. I was prepared, I hoped, to see the giant, many eyed, many legged hair beast. After all, I couldn't fight it if I didn't know what I was up against.
Instead, I saw Priscilla. Sitting just as prim and proper and pretty as could be. She wanted to play and was unhappy that the door was closed. It was her tiny paw that had poked at my toes.
There was no spider, giant or otherwise. There was no threat, no emergency.
The moral of this story is two-fold. Moral 1: I am NO GOOD in an emergency. Moral 2: Trelina needs adult supervision.
Her response: Well, at least now I know who not to call in an emergency! You're no good!
I thought about that later and thought, "No way! I'd be great in any other type of emergency."
Uh-huh.
Today, I'm in the bathroom brushing my tooth when I feel something poke at my toes from under the door. And I screamed! And I jumped up on the sink!
Why? Well, obviously there was a HUGE man-eating spider on the other side of the door, trying to get it's nasty fangs under the crack!
I was so terrified, truly. And then, my poor little kitty started crying and I thought, "Oh God! It's got Priscilla!" So, summoning all the courage I had - and believe me, I had to dig deep for it - I slowly lowered myself from the sink and crouched down at the door. I peered under and saw nothing.
"It must but crawling up the wall or on the ceiling!"
I took two or three deep breaths, steeled myself and opened the door ever so slightly to peek out. I was prepared, I hoped, to see the giant, many eyed, many legged hair beast. After all, I couldn't fight it if I didn't know what I was up against.
Instead, I saw Priscilla. Sitting just as prim and proper and pretty as could be. She wanted to play and was unhappy that the door was closed. It was her tiny paw that had poked at my toes.
There was no spider, giant or otherwise. There was no threat, no emergency.
The moral of this story is two-fold. Moral 1: I am NO GOOD in an emergency. Moral 2: Trelina needs adult supervision.