Freaked out

I walked from my office into the kitchen area where the storage cabinet is located. I needed to get a new calculation pad out of the cabinet. We keep the lights off most of the time, but there is enough light from the adjacent room to see well enough to walk through the kitchen and to get some things out of the cabinet. Just as I stepped up to the cabinet, I saw something move on the floor next to my foot. There was not enough light for me to immediately see clearly what was on the floor, but I could see something kinda moving by the small amount of light reflected off of whatever was in the floor. I stared at it for a bit before realizing what it was. Obviously, my eyesight is getting bad enough that I cannot tell the difference between a boogerman and a 3-inch piece of cellophane laying on the floor. Dang. I guess me moving around stirred the air enough to make the plastic move. Gotta stop watching movies like The Grunge, or whatever that movie is called, where that creature is crawling out of cracks in the wall eating people. Or, I need to turn on the daggone light and get some corrective lenses. Nah. An over-active imagination is a bunch more fun. hee hee