Terror in a sink

This is what I found in the sink when I went into the kitchen to do the washing up. Staring at me, gathering its strengh to throw itself at me and no husband around to help me get out of this nightmarish situation. But the call of the blip being stronger than my terror, I managed to shoot it several times, even getting closer to focus on it before I had the courage to catch it through a whole page of crumpled newspaper and fling it into the (lit) fireplace.
Problem is now that I can see it everywhere following me like Caïn's eye and the only solution I have is to go and spend the day out until psychological help comes back from work.
(I thought about making a photomontage with all the shots I had but gave up the idea for fear of being held responsible for a series of heart attacks on blipfoto).
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