I've been meaning to talk about The Walking Dead. Mostly to say that it's a really good show.
Well. Point of clarification: the pilot is fantastic. Apparently the second episode is as well, but since I haven't yet watched it (and may not ever), I wouldn't really know.
You see, me and horror? Not so much. My husband and horror movies/books/shows are BFFs who would gladly wile away a weekend French braiding each others entrails, but I just can't handle it. But I watched the pilot for The Walking Dead, because I read the comic and - as my husband repeatedly pointed out - it's more character-driven than scare-driven. So I watched it. And here's the thing about a character driven zombie story: instead of sudden moments that make you scream, you instead have sort of a looming sense of panic and danger that just never goes away.
But I made it through, even in spite of some very realistic-looking zombies. I was super proud of myself. Until after the show was over. Because it was then that, walking by the bathroom, I saw that the shower curtain was pulled shut.
I looked at it and thought to myself "I'd better pull that curtain back, so I can make sure that a zombie didn't come up the drain."
And then I thought about the fact that for that to be possible:
1) Zombies would have to BE AN ACTUAL THING.
2) A full-sized (albeit slightly decomposed) human being would have to be able to fit through our bathtub drain.
I gave both of these things some thought and decided that yes, that seems entirely plausible, and actually checked my tub for hiding zombies. Because if I didn't, and a zombie later ambushed me when I was trying to use the restroom, I'd have no one to blame but myself.