AT LEAST HE WAITED UNTIL I STOOD UP TO WASH MY HANDS TO DIVE BOMB ME. I JUST DANCED A ROUND A LITTLE AS I WASHED MY HANDS, FIGURING THAT HIS ULTRASONIC RADAR WOULD SEE ME BETTER IF I MOVED... AND THAT HE WOULD NOT CRASH INTO ME. AFTER ALL THEY SAY HE IS MORE SCARED OF ME THAN I AM OF HIM. I'M NOT SURE HOW HE GOT INTO THE BATHROOM- THROUGH THE CALL-ROOM IN THE BACK CORNER OF THE CLINIC. HE IS SORT OF CUTE WITH HIS FUZZY LITTLE FACE AND POINTY NOSE... AND I GOT A REALLY GOOD LOOK AND HE DOES NOT HAVE FANGS... SO I ACTUALLY FEEL PRETTY SAFE THAT HE WONT SUCK MY BLOOD, SO I JUST CLOSED THE DOOR AND LET HIM BE... TO SAVE SOME EXCITEMENT FOR THE NEXT PERSON WHO HAS TO PEE.
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