I told Duckling that if she needed me during the night, just call out. It’s a reminder I give from time to time so she doesn’t forget that I’m there for her. Tonight, she provoked it by saying she might have to poop during the night.
I went downstairs, sprayed and wiped everything down with Lysol, and got into the shower.
Guess who came into the bathroom hysterical? I literally could not understand a single word that she was saying. I finally went through the checklist of hurt, wet, or scared. Dialogue... I finally told her to either sit outside the shower, or sit on the couch. I finished rinsing, and she was able to tell me clearly what she was saying in detail. She woke, saw something, and it didn’t let her touch it. I have a hamster. She was just talking to her half an hour before. For all of her talking, she did not say it was a mouse, or looked like the hamster. Until I asked.
Now I’m worried about mice. They happen despite traps and poison. We all know that. She’s sound asleep, and I’m the one awake worrying.

Oh well. At least it’s early, and I’m exhausted. I’ll probably be asleep soon too. I hope! But one problem will remain. She feels betrayed because I couldn’t hear her in the shower. I’m just glad I left the lights on. She could have fallen down the stairs.