So... well vacuuming a couple days ago, I found this gargoyle that I think my roommate used for a Halloween party she had at her old place.  And, me thinking I'm funny, hid it in her room.  I was 100% sure she'd find it eventually, she's crazy like that, so I hid it.  Not very well hid either, just enough to make it scary.

And let's discuss this gargoyle for a second.  It's scary!  It's got this scary face and the eyes I'm sure glow if the light goes on inside it.  (Hee hee... light's on but nobody's home... that's what just popped in my head.)

ANYWAY.  I actually forgot about the gargoyle... until this morning.

I opened my door sleepily and... looked directly in the eyes of the gargoyle.  Now it must be said that when I get scared - the startled, shocked, person jumping around a corner kind of sudden scare - I don't usually scream.  Internally, my stomach drops and my kidneys hug each other, but I don't usually scream.

So coming out of my room, I made this warbly noise and stepped backwards into my room to get a better look at the creature.  It took me a second (cuz I'd just woken up) to figure out why it was hanging in mid-air but upon closer inspection, I saw she (my beloved roommate... ... ) had tacked it to the ceiling and hung it on a string.

I'm not at my most brilliant in the morning... So I took the gargoyle and yanked on it to bring the tacks out of the ceiling... but sudden force on the string caused the tacks to fling outwards from the ceiling like a bad scene from a horror movie... I jumped backwards, and then went and picked the tack up from off the floor several miles away from me.

There's still a tack in the ceiling.  I stuck the gargoyle in the old microwave in the storage closet to make me feel better.  And now I have to get ready for work... far away from the closet.