I opened the shower door the other day to step inside and found some weird, hairy creature huddled by the drain. I slammed the shower door and ran for the light switch. Our bathroom is very light and I seldom turn the in-shower light on, but this was a special occasion.
Light on, I cautiously approached the shower stall and peered through the glass door. The creature was motionless. Was it dead? Would death make it any less dangerous? Ever so slowly I opened the shower door, all the while watching the creature. If it so much as quivered I was out of there.
The light was on, the shower door stood open wide, and the thing hadn’t moved. I just wished I could see it better without getting closer. That’s when it dawned on me to put my glasses back on. Without taking my eyes off the immobile lump of fur, I felt the bathroom counter behind me until I found my glasses. I put them on and … realized I was cowering from a huge lump of Amoeba hair.
Amoeba sheds. It is not something either of us are enjoying. Amoeba is afraid of losing his manly good-looks. Personally, I will love him whether he has hair or not, but I am getting tired of having to shave the bathroom every week.