Actually, my brain said "What the hell's the otherworldly-looking fuzzy brown thing? Ack!"
I froze and stared at it for a moment, and I don't know why, because even if it had *been* a rat, being afraid of it is not something that would have occured to me. I mean, just a rat. I can only assume that the part of my brain that doesn't do useful things like transmit actual thoughts had other ideas as to the fuzzy-thing's nature, because I *did* stare at it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was as if it was the most important thing in the world.
I realized after a few minutes of staring that the thing was, in fact, the stuffed hedgehog that came with the Purdy's bag Brad gave me for Christmas.
You can imagine how silly I felt after I'd figured this out.
The hedgehog stuffie is now back in his place on top of my monitor, and I think he's laughing at me.
What do you think; insanity, intoxication, or just lack of sleep? No, wait, I'm pretty sure it's not that second one...