Good God, Diane Sue. I can totally understand your terror. Once, I got home from work expecting to go into an empty house & DH usually got home about 2 hours later. Well, I go in, mess around, go to my closet to change into my comfortable clothes & a huge, green monster face & red claws come at me.
DH says I have one of those shrill horror movies screams that hurt his ears. I also smacked him hard in the head twice as I tried to back away. He was so amused but kind of proud that despite my very obvious terror, I was fighting back.
Needless to say, I was not amused.
MArla