|Ssssh! It's sleeping.|
Because I really hate centipedes and am rather forgetful, I manage to get freaked out by these damn eyelashes ten or more times a day...sometimes pretty much right in a row.
Because I am lazy, I haven't bothered to put the eyelashes away so they'll stop scaring me.
I wonder...could these minor startles count as cardiovascular exercise? Is glimpsing these fake eyelashes on the front of my medicine cabinet actually making me healthier because it makes my heart pound? 'Cause, I mean...being mildly scared a dozen times a day sucks, but it still beats the hell outta jogging...