Not because there are rats in the pipes - we totally caught a field mouse this weekend under the kitchen sink, so there could be giant carnivore rats in our septic system. There could. Prove there aren't.
Not because of the psycho behind the shower curtain.
Or the psycho that will kill me if I go into the shower.
I'm scared of the actual main act in the bathroom right now.
I'm scared because I'm in bad pain right now, and I know even peeing will make it a thousand times worse.
Something is wrong, isn't this a quality of life issue?
Oh great, now I'm crying.