Nowhere's safe.

My home has always been my fortress, my shining beacon of light. It has always been my sanctuary, the only place I deem free from worldly evil, the one place I go running to when everything seems to be against me. Where I can come to rest, safe in the knowledge that I am in MY home and that nothing can harm me.

This idyllic notion has been shattered during the course of the week: No words can express my profound disappointment and disenchantment.

DAMNIT! RAT SHIT WAS FOUND ON THE WINDOW SILL!

omgomgomg...i'm a perfect picture of paranoia.