You lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep with the roaring storm outside. Thinking you might need water, you stood up and walked to your kitchen.

As you stepped into your kitchen, your foot landed in a small puddle of water; looking down, you saw a small trail of water leading into an ajar lower cabinet.

You swing the cabinet open only to find a tiny hiding; they’re cold and dripping wet. They make a fearful squeak, seeing you.