It started off like any other day, coffee in hand, half-awake, looking through my phone, until I saw something odd. I looked up and saw something. peering from the corner of my ceiling. It was thin, felt odd, and had a snake-like appearance. At first, I froze. Was the cable outdated? Maybe a neglected cable installation? Or was there life up there, heaven forbid?
I stared at it for a good minute, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t moving. Be advised that it probably twitched. I instantly reviewed all of the worst-case possibilities in my head.
from spaghetti with a cursed ceiling to wayward snakes and hideous worms. I was aggressively investigating like if I were in a low-budget horror movie as my curiosity turned into worry, which turned into panic. Even a broom came to me.
Not defense, just moral support. I was emotionally unprepared for whatever was living rent-free up there. My ordinary day turned into an unplanned episode of National Geographic: Mild Suburban Panic Edition.
