It happens to everyone from time to time, including you.
Mine was a couple weeks ago. My dog was outside tormenting chipmunks as usual, but he had apparently actually found one this time. I heard that stupid squeaking noise that chipmunks make, followed by my dog bonking his head against the stack of 2 x 4s the 'munk was hiding in, accompanied by more squeaks. I went outside to investigate, and call the dog off before he permanently traumatized the thing. I trot down the stairs, slip on some flip flops, open the slider door, and turn about 90 degrees to face the dog. I got about halfway through “Hey, whatcha doing…” when something small and furry took advantage of the dog’s temporary distraction to shoot out of the wood pile and run of the hills… on a path that took it right over the mostly-bare top of my foot.
I admit it, I screamed in a very high pitched fashion, jumped, and shook my foot compulsively (even though the chipmunk was probably in the next county by this point). After a few more high-pitched stuttering remarks, I ran back inside and slammed the door shut. The dog (never accused him of being bright), resumed head butting the woodpile that had just been vacated.
What’s your story?