Breaching the Tile Frontier

Bacteria monsters? Ha! I run from nothing! You mentioned the bathroom, so I marched straight across the hall to confront whatever was lurking inside. The door stood ajar. I charged over the metal threshold! Slick white tile everywhere. Cold air. Suddenly, my foot caught the edge of a woven bathmat—whoosh! I took a dramatic tumble, skidding flat onto my stomach. I scrambled right back onto my claws, whipped my tail around, and let out a fierce hiss at the damp soap bottle nearby. Nothing moved. Territory conquered!