One night at about 3am my wife was getting up from the
toilet to return to bed when she heard a little noise. It
was a suspiciously rodent like sound that seemed to be
right in the bathroom with her.
She of course froze and listened attentively for any
further sign of invaders. After a moment, satisfied that
she was alone, she took a step for the door. Rodent
scratchy sounds again!
She froze, not breathing. Silence. Her heart beat fast as
she once again tried to retreat from the bathroom.
This time the noise was accompanied by something touching
the back of her leg! That was, of course, too much to
bear. She literally flew the 8 feet to the bed, clearing
the foot board by a couple feet, to land screaming by my
side.
This is not a pleasant way to wake up. Scrambling into
consciousness, now scared half to death myself, I managed
to get the light on.
The culprit was right there in plain sight, a trail of
toilet paper neatly marked the path from bed to the
bathroom.
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