Dammit. I forgot to close the outer back door when I finished in the garden. A few minutes ago, I slipped into the oh-so-dark laundry room and closed and locked said door. Now there is a rustling in the inescapable laundry room.

I have locked some creature in my laundry room!

Even worse, I apparently walked right by said creature, in the dark, when I went to close the door!

EEEEEEEK!!!

I suppose the brave thing to do would be to get a flashlight and peek into the laundry room to see what it is that is rustling around in there. I’m not feeling very brave, and the sun will be up in a few hours. Whatever it is, it gets to spend the night in the laundry room with a trilateral collective of cats standing guard over the inner door.

Yes, I am feeling pretty stupid right now for leaving the door open after dark. I know better. Now I probably have a damn possum in my laundry room again, and I’ll have to lure it out tomorrow evening with food.

Argh.

Well, at least I hope it’s a possum. I suppose it could be a raccoon, cat, or squirrel … or Cthulhu. There’s always the small chance of the strange rustling sound behind a closed door being Cthulhu.

I’m never going to get to sleep knowing there’s something alive in my laundry room. I guess I’ll plug in the rechargeable flashlight to give it a good charge, pour myself some Dr Pepper, settle in with the cat collective, and stare at the door behind which all four of us are certain great evil waits to devour us.

When the flashlight has at least a little charge in it, I suppose I’ll have to have a look at what’s out there. Maybe I can get by it to reopen the outer door so it can flee. Well, that’s my plan. I don’t know what its plan might be, other than freaking me out by being noisy out there in the dark laundry room.