and one of these:
They are apparently fighting each other....I think the snake was chasing the gecko. So there they are, slithering and flailing and flopping around while I am screaming frantically and pressing myself up against the shower wall. Fighting against the fact that I am soaking wet and, therefore, quite slippery, I try my best to claw the slick tiles and climb up the side of the wall. After practically breaking each finger and toe on my body, I finally see my chance for escape and leap out of the tub, taking the shower curtain with me. I run immediately into the kitchen where Nathan is sitting calmly enjoying a sandwich. I scream at him through my uncontrollable sobbing, "NATHAN! Didn't you hear me screaming for help? Why didn't you save me??!?!" to which he replied with a roll of his eyes, "I'm sure it wasn't that big of a deal."
I woke up feeling very betrayed....and with an inexplicable pain in my back. Must have been all that jumping around in the shower. Maybe I shouldn't take any more 3 hour Sunday naps.
