I was taking out the bins (rubbish day tomorrow) and it attacked me .
So, I had to run (yes, on my ankle) out of the service alley, and it was just like a dream, I could neither run nor scream. I managed to get to the front door where I hammered on the door knocker until The Hubby came to save me. After he had calmed my hysterics, he said he thought my 6 months of aversion therapy all those years ago may have worn off.
Well, let me tell you, in that aversion therapy we did not cover what would happen if a frog jumped on my FOOT.
We only got as far as " Look, accept, and walk away"
I am traumatised.
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