crouching tiger, squeaking bunny
Of note:
I wish that when something scared me (like, as a totally hypothetical example, a stray doorstop inadvertently kicked into a metal door on my way out of an empty bathroom and/or the resulting loud sound) that my very first instinct was to assume some sort of fabulously threatening, coiled-like-a-cobra fighting stance. Instead, I sort of hop backwards a half inch or so and squeak. This, I feel, is a useless knee-jerk response.
To do:
Ninja training.
Comments
P.S. to Berk: 'Squeak!'