Why I love Foxes and hate Knocking

    My reason for loving foxes should be quite obvious: they're absolutely adorable. I think that's all that needs to be said. I also love this fox sweater that I got for Christmas- that's surprising isn't it?

Now to move on to the more pressing topic: why I hate knocking. Now some for some context. I am talking about knocking on doors. Particularly the unexpected, I am going to break this door down, I'm ringing the doorbell until it bursts your eardrums, I'm probably a crazy mass murderer, knocking. Nothing terrorizes me more when I'm at home than someone knocking on the door. It transforms me into a nervous disaster. I look around at all the windows because I expect this person to get into the backyard and break in the back windows and kill me (this unstable ritual took place in the last hour). Not sure exactly what I'd do if I came face-to-face with the person though...haven't exactly thought that out.

I think I really need to invest in one of those cool security camera things. That way I could spy on the people and know whether they leave or not. It might help my mental health. Is anyone else like this? Or am I alone in my irrational ways?