...or so I thought.

In the dim glow of the night light I walked into the downstairs bathroom barefoot this morning, and stepped on something small and squishy between the commode and the shower.

With great trepidation and dread, I reached over to the wall, flipped on the light and raised my left foot...



I use the downstairs bathroom to shower and change after my bike commute home. Years ago I put a small section of innertube in my back pack and forgot about it until this morning, when I rediscovered it on the bathroom floor under my foot. I can't remember why I saved it, and I assume it recently fell out of the back pack...although it may still be the work of the cat.