There is a silent assassin in my parent’s home. The damn thing is a Ninja dressed in white. It attacks any passerby (okay, just me) without warning (like Ninja’s tend to do) and it will leave its mark on you forever (or until you take a shower).
This Ninja sits in the dining room, between the kitchen and the living room. When you walk by, it senses your presence and attacks accordingly. The damn thing is easily threatened. You can see it, although at times, you forget it’s there and walk in its’ line of fire like a dumb ass. You can smell it when it attacks. It will make you do the, “I’m being attacked by a Ninja, get it OFF of me,” dance. It’s not pretty.
Some of you might have a Ninja in your house, maybe not. Dressed in white. Attacking unknown visitors at a moments notice. Maybe you don’t know if you have one. It’s okay, but if you ever see something that looks like this…tuck and roll, fools! T-U-C-K AND R-O-L-L!