Well, it was actually in the tub. But that title sounded more Dr. Seuss-ish. :)
The other morning I was trying to get ready in the bathroom, but Husband aka Mr. McSteamy, was fogging up the mirrors with his fire hot shower. Steam/humidity and my hair do not get along well. At all. So I went to the guest bathroom to finish getting ready. Right before I turned on the hair dryer, I thought I heard a sound from the bathtub. Now, since before I can remember, I have always checked behind the curtain in the middle of the night when I got up to piddle. For some ridiculous reason, I think that a murderer would break into my house and be like "ooooh a shower! Let me hide in there!" I never said my fears were logical...But anyways! When I pulled back the curtain I saw this guy! Definitely the most harmless possibility to be waiting behind that curtain.
Martin cry foul, but oh well. :) Hope you guys are having a good weekend!